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Sandra in Sydney 22 Nov 21 - 04:02 AM
Sandra in Sydney 03 Nov 21 - 12:22 AM
rich-joy 02 Nov 21 - 10:58 PM
JennieG 02 Nov 21 - 05:17 PM
rich-joy 02 Nov 21 - 09:49 AM
GerryM 20 Oct 21 - 07:03 AM
Stewie 19 Oct 21 - 11:06 PM
Sandra in Sydney 15 Oct 21 - 06:51 AM
rich-joy 15 Oct 21 - 03:08 AM
Joe Offer 14 Oct 21 - 08:47 PM
Sandra in Sydney 10 Oct 21 - 08:58 AM
Sandra in Sydney 28 Sep 21 - 10:14 AM
Sandra in Sydney 28 Sep 21 - 10:11 AM
Sandra in Sydney 28 Sep 21 - 10:08 AM
Sandra in Sydney 18 Sep 21 - 11:48 PM
Sandra in Sydney 15 Sep 21 - 06:28 AM
Sandra in Sydney 15 Sep 21 - 06:23 AM
Sandra in Sydney 15 Sep 21 - 06:15 AM
Sandra in Sydney 15 Sep 21 - 06:03 AM
Sandra in Sydney 15 Sep 21 - 05:59 AM
Sandra in Sydney 15 Sep 21 - 05:42 AM
Sandra in Sydney 15 Sep 21 - 05:33 AM
Sandra in Sydney 15 Sep 21 - 05:29 AM
Sandra in Sydney 15 Sep 21 - 05:22 AM
JennieG 15 Sep 21 - 03:03 AM
Stewie 14 Sep 21 - 11:25 PM
Sandra in Sydney 07 Sep 21 - 07:02 AM
Sandra in Sydney 07 Sep 21 - 06:43 AM
Sandra in Sydney 07 Sep 21 - 06:18 AM
Sandra in Sydney 07 Sep 21 - 06:00 AM
Sandra in Sydney 07 Sep 21 - 05:47 AM
Sandra in Sydney 29 Aug 21 - 08:50 AM
rich-joy 28 Aug 21 - 04:17 AM
GUEST,John Flynn 28 Aug 21 - 02:04 AM
Sandra in Sydney 27 Aug 21 - 11:59 PM
rich-joy 27 Aug 21 - 11:36 PM
Sandra in Sydney 27 Aug 21 - 10:16 PM
Stewie 27 Aug 21 - 08:34 PM
rich-joy 26 Aug 21 - 12:01 AM
rich-joy 25 Aug 21 - 11:55 PM
Stewie 25 Aug 21 - 08:58 PM
Sandra in Sydney 24 Aug 21 - 09:08 PM
Sandra in Sydney 24 Aug 21 - 08:59 PM
Stewie 01 Aug 21 - 10:45 PM
Stewie 27 Jul 21 - 09:25 PM
Sandra in Sydney 27 Jul 21 - 06:25 AM
Sandra in Sydney 27 Jul 21 - 05:45 AM
JennieG 26 Jul 21 - 11:38 PM
Stewie 26 Jul 21 - 10:21 PM
Sandra in Sydney 25 Jul 21 - 09:54 AM
rich-joy 25 Jul 21 - 08:01 AM
Sandra in Sydney 25 Jul 21 - 04:31 AM
rich-joy 25 Jul 21 - 01:01 AM
Stewie 24 Jul 21 - 11:28 PM
rich-joy 20 Jul 21 - 10:25 AM
Sandra in Sydney 17 Jul 21 - 11:41 PM
Stewie 17 Jul 21 - 10:53 PM
Stewie 15 Jul 21 - 08:43 PM
Sandra in Sydney 14 Jul 21 - 10:58 PM
Stewie 14 Jul 21 - 08:21 PM
Sandra in Sydney 13 Jul 21 - 06:26 AM
Sandra in Sydney 07 Jul 21 - 08:16 AM
rich-joy 07 Jul 21 - 06:03 AM
Sandra in Sydney 05 Jul 21 - 08:08 PM
Sandra in Sydney 04 Jul 21 - 06:28 AM
Sandra in Sydney 02 Jul 21 - 08:29 AM
Stewie 01 Jul 21 - 10:09 PM
Stewie 29 Jun 21 - 09:22 PM
Sandra in Sydney 29 Jun 21 - 09:26 AM
Sandra in Sydney 26 Jun 21 - 03:25 AM
Sandra in Sydney 26 Jun 21 - 03:17 AM
Stewie 24 Jun 21 - 08:27 PM
Stewie 21 Jun 21 - 08:28 PM
Sandra in Sydney 19 Jun 21 - 10:30 PM
rich-joy 19 Jun 21 - 08:12 PM
Stewie 16 Jun 21 - 10:32 PM
Sandra in Sydney 14 Jun 21 - 09:39 AM
JennieG 13 Jun 21 - 11:00 PM
Sandra in Sydney 13 Jun 21 - 10:43 AM
Sandra in Sydney 11 Jun 21 - 09:50 AM
Sandra in Sydney 07 Jun 21 - 11:42 PM
rich-joy 07 Jun 21 - 07:12 PM
rich-joy 05 Jun 21 - 09:26 AM
JennieG 05 Jun 21 - 02:02 AM
Stewie 05 Jun 21 - 01:41 AM
Stewie 02 Jun 21 - 10:31 PM
Sandra in Sydney 02 Jun 21 - 03:58 AM
GerryM 02 Jun 21 - 02:56 AM
Stewie 02 Jun 21 - 12:17 AM
Stewie 29 May 21 - 10:31 PM
rich-joy 29 May 21 - 06:46 PM
Stewie 28 May 21 - 08:30 PM
Stewie 25 May 21 - 09:51 PM
GerryM 24 May 21 - 12:35 AM
Stewie 23 May 21 - 07:41 PM
rich-joy 23 May 21 - 12:56 AM
Stewie 22 May 21 - 09:38 PM
Stewie 20 May 21 - 08:49 PM
Stewie 19 May 21 - 08:13 PM
Stewie 19 May 21 - 02:28 AM
rich-joy 18 May 21 - 11:15 PM
Stewie 18 May 21 - 10:19 PM
rich-joy 18 May 21 - 08:25 PM
rich-joy 18 May 21 - 08:21 PM
Sandra in Sydney 17 May 21 - 10:34 PM
Sandra in Sydney 17 May 21 - 09:32 PM
Sandra in Sydney 17 May 21 - 09:11 PM
Stewie 16 May 21 - 09:27 PM
Stewie 15 May 21 - 10:33 PM
Sandra in Sydney 15 May 21 - 09:30 AM
Sandra in Sydney 15 May 21 - 09:19 AM
Sandra in Sydney 15 May 21 - 06:51 AM
Sandra in Sydney 15 May 21 - 06:45 AM
Stewie 14 May 21 - 11:34 PM
Sandra in Sydney 14 May 21 - 11:31 PM
Sandra in Sydney 14 May 21 - 11:04 PM
Sandra in Sydney 14 May 21 - 10:54 PM
Sandra in Sydney 14 May 21 - 10:47 PM
Sandra in Sydney 14 May 21 - 10:34 PM
rich-joy 14 May 21 - 06:09 AM
Sandra in Sydney 14 May 21 - 05:10 AM
Stewie 14 May 21 - 12:37 AM
rich-joy 13 May 21 - 08:37 PM
Stewie 13 May 21 - 08:07 PM
rich-joy 13 May 21 - 07:03 PM
rich-joy 13 May 21 - 02:36 AM
Stewie 12 May 21 - 08:45 PM
Stewie 11 May 21 - 10:14 PM
GerryM 11 May 21 - 03:48 AM
Stewie 10 May 21 - 08:03 PM
Stewie 09 May 21 - 09:41 PM
Stewie 09 May 21 - 08:20 PM
Stewie 08 May 21 - 09:55 PM
Sandra in Sydney 08 May 21 - 09:01 AM
Sandra in Sydney 08 May 21 - 08:57 AM
Sandra in Sydney 07 May 21 - 09:09 PM
Stewie 07 May 21 - 08:40 PM
Stewie 07 May 21 - 08:04 PM
Sandra in Sydney 07 May 21 - 06:03 AM
Stewie 06 May 21 - 09:44 PM
Sandra in Sydney 06 May 21 - 09:28 AM
Stewie 05 May 21 - 11:04 PM
Sandra in Sydney 05 May 21 - 09:51 AM
Sandra in Sydney 05 May 21 - 09:47 AM
Sandra in Sydney 05 May 21 - 09:34 AM
Sandra in Sydney 05 May 21 - 09:30 AM
Sandra in Sydney 05 May 21 - 09:27 AM
Sandra in Sydney 05 May 21 - 09:20 AM
Sandra in Sydney 05 May 21 - 08:56 AM
Sandra in Sydney 05 May 21 - 08:48 AM
Sandra in Sydney 05 May 21 - 08:41 AM
Sandra in Sydney 05 May 21 - 08:33 AM
Sandra in Sydney 05 May 21 - 07:10 AM
Sandra in Sydney 04 May 21 - 11:17 PM
Sandra in Sydney 04 May 21 - 10:58 PM
Sandra in Sydney 04 May 21 - 10:42 PM
Sandra in Sydney 04 May 21 - 09:25 PM
Stewie 04 May 21 - 06:59 PM
Sandra in Sydney 04 May 21 - 11:17 AM
Sandra in Sydney 04 May 21 - 08:54 AM
Sandra in Sydney 04 May 21 - 08:48 AM
Sandra in Sydney 04 May 21 - 08:44 AM
JennieG 04 May 21 - 01:27 AM
Stewie 03 May 21 - 09:06 PM
Sandra in Sydney 03 May 21 - 06:12 AM
Sandra in Sydney 03 May 21 - 05:34 AM
Sandra in Sydney 03 May 21 - 05:29 AM
Sandra in Sydney 03 May 21 - 05:19 AM
Sandra in Sydney 03 May 21 - 05:04 AM
Sandra in Sydney 03 May 21 - 05:01 AM
Sandra in Sydney 03 May 21 - 04:54 AM
Sandra in Sydney 03 May 21 - 04:40 AM
rich-joy 03 May 21 - 03:36 AM
JennieG 02 May 21 - 11:26 PM
Stewie 02 May 21 - 10:17 PM
Stewie 01 May 21 - 10:09 PM
Stewie 29 Apr 21 - 09:19 PM
JennieG 29 Apr 21 - 07:52 PM
Stewie 28 Apr 21 - 10:06 PM
GerryM 27 Apr 21 - 10:05 PM
Stewie 27 Apr 21 - 09:14 PM
Stewie 27 Apr 21 - 08:43 PM
Sandra in Sydney 27 Apr 21 - 12:21 AM
Stewie 26 Apr 21 - 08:32 PM
Stewie 26 Apr 21 - 08:09 PM
Sandra in Sydney 26 Apr 21 - 08:41 AM
Sandra in Sydney 26 Apr 21 - 08:34 AM
Sandra in Sydney 26 Apr 21 - 08:27 AM
Sandra in Sydney 26 Apr 21 - 08:16 AM
Sandra in Sydney 26 Apr 21 - 08:12 AM
Sandra in Sydney 26 Apr 21 - 07:53 AM
Sandra in Sydney 26 Apr 21 - 06:01 AM
Sandra in Sydney 25 Apr 21 - 10:40 PM
Sandra in Sydney 25 Apr 21 - 10:22 PM
Sandra in Sydney 25 Apr 21 - 10:13 PM
Sandra in Sydney 25 Apr 21 - 10:01 PM
Sandra in Sydney 25 Apr 21 - 09:44 PM
Stewie 25 Apr 21 - 09:35 PM
Stewie 25 Apr 21 - 08:52 PM
GerryM 25 Apr 21 - 05:45 AM
Stewie 24 Apr 21 - 10:41 PM
Stewie 24 Apr 21 - 10:15 PM
Sandra in Sydney 24 Apr 21 - 09:59 PM
Stewie 24 Apr 21 - 09:41 PM
Sandra in Sydney 23 Apr 21 - 10:18 PM
JennieG 22 Apr 21 - 06:55 AM
Stewie 21 Apr 21 - 10:40 PM
rich-joy 20 Apr 21 - 09:36 AM
rich-joy 20 Apr 21 - 08:34 AM
Sandra in Sydney 20 Apr 21 - 07:12 AM
Sandra in Sydney 20 Apr 21 - 06:56 AM
JennieG 20 Apr 21 - 06:39 AM
Sandra in Sydney 20 Apr 21 - 05:31 AM
rich-joy 20 Apr 21 - 05:29 AM
Sandra in Sydney 20 Apr 21 - 04:59 AM
JennieG 20 Apr 21 - 01:46 AM
Sandra in Sydney 19 Apr 21 - 08:45 PM
Sandra in Sydney 19 Apr 21 - 07:53 PM
JennieG 19 Apr 21 - 07:01 PM
Sandra in Sydney 19 Apr 21 - 09:08 AM
Stewie 18 Apr 21 - 08:41 PM
Stewie 15 Apr 21 - 09:54 PM
Sandra in Sydney 14 Apr 21 - 03:00 AM
Sandra in Sydney 14 Apr 21 - 02:52 AM
Sandra in Sydney 14 Apr 21 - 02:42 AM
Sandra in Sydney 14 Apr 21 - 02:37 AM
Sandra in Sydney 14 Apr 21 - 02:29 AM
Sandra in Sydney 14 Apr 21 - 12:22 AM
Stewie 13 Apr 21 - 10:39 PM
Stewie 13 Apr 21 - 08:52 PM
Sandra in Sydney 13 Apr 21 - 09:31 AM
Sandra in Sydney 13 Apr 21 - 09:05 AM
Sandra in Sydney 13 Apr 21 - 05:55 AM
Stewie 12 Apr 21 - 09:17 PM
Stewie 11 Apr 21 - 10:27 PM
Stewie 09 Apr 21 - 11:17 PM
Stewie 07 Apr 21 - 09:16 PM
Stewie 07 Apr 21 - 08:57 PM
Stewie 07 Apr 21 - 08:10 PM
Sandra in Sydney 07 Apr 21 - 10:32 AM
Sandra in Sydney 07 Apr 21 - 10:27 AM
rich-joy 06 Apr 21 - 10:25 PM
Sandra in Sydney 06 Apr 21 - 09:32 PM
Sandra in Sydney 06 Apr 21 - 08:59 PM
Sandra in Sydney 06 Apr 21 - 08:54 PM
Sandra in Sydney 06 Apr 21 - 08:26 PM
Sandra in Sydney 06 Apr 21 - 07:26 PM
Stewie 05 Apr 21 - 12:48 AM
Stewie 04 Apr 21 - 09:44 PM
rich-joy 03 Apr 21 - 10:56 AM
rich-joy 03 Apr 21 - 10:15 AM
GerryM 03 Apr 21 - 05:26 AM
GerryM 03 Apr 21 - 05:04 AM
Sandra in Sydney 02 Apr 21 - 08:02 AM
rich-joy 02 Apr 21 - 05:37 AM
Sandra in Sydney 02 Apr 21 - 04:26 AM
rich-joy 01 Apr 21 - 11:43 PM
Sandra in Sydney 01 Apr 21 - 11:38 PM
Stewie 01 Apr 21 - 10:15 PM
Stewie 01 Apr 21 - 10:04 PM
rich-joy 01 Apr 21 - 05:52 AM
Sandra in Sydney 31 Mar 21 - 03:17 AM
Sandra in Sydney 31 Mar 21 - 03:05 AM
Sandra in Sydney 31 Mar 21 - 02:57 AM
Sandra in Sydney 31 Mar 21 - 02:48 AM
Sandra in Sydney 30 Mar 21 - 11:43 PM
Stewie 30 Mar 21 - 10:07 PM
rich-joy 30 Mar 21 - 09:01 PM
Stewie 29 Mar 21 - 09:09 PM
Stewie 29 Mar 21 - 03:18 AM
Stewie 29 Mar 21 - 12:26 AM
Stewie 27 Mar 21 - 10:15 PM
rich-joy 25 Mar 21 - 10:25 PM
Sandra in Sydney 25 Mar 21 - 10:03 AM
rich-joy 25 Mar 21 - 09:32 AM
rich-joy 25 Mar 21 - 04:16 AM
rich-joy 25 Mar 21 - 12:23 AM
rich-joy 25 Mar 21 - 12:19 AM
Stewie 24 Mar 21 - 08:57 PM
Sandra in Sydney 24 Mar 21 - 09:06 AM
rich-joy 24 Mar 21 - 05:09 AM
Stewie 23 Mar 21 - 09:59 PM
Sandra in Sydney 23 Mar 21 - 10:01 AM
rich-joy 23 Mar 21 - 10:01 AM
GUEST 23 Mar 21 - 09:58 AM
Sandra in Sydney 23 Mar 21 - 09:45 AM
Sandra in Sydney 22 Mar 21 - 05:46 AM
GerryM 22 Mar 21 - 02:42 AM
Stewie 21 Mar 21 - 10:56 PM
Stewie 21 Mar 21 - 09:50 PM
Sandra in Sydney 21 Mar 21 - 07:58 AM
Sandra in Sydney 21 Mar 21 - 07:52 AM
rich-joy 21 Mar 21 - 04:56 AM
rich-joy 21 Mar 21 - 04:42 AM
rich-joy 21 Mar 21 - 04:40 AM
rich-joy 21 Mar 21 - 04:32 AM
rich-joy 21 Mar 21 - 04:29 AM
Sandra in Sydney 21 Mar 21 - 12:12 AM
Stewie 20 Mar 21 - 10:41 PM
Sandra in Sydney 20 Mar 21 - 10:01 AM
Sandra in Sydney 20 Mar 21 - 09:58 AM
Sandra in Sydney 20 Mar 21 - 09:42 AM
Stewie 17 Mar 21 - 08:41 PM
Sandra in Sydney 16 Mar 21 - 07:11 AM
rich-joy 16 Mar 21 - 05:33 AM
Sandra in Sydney 16 Mar 21 - 05:18 AM
Stewie 15 Mar 21 - 09:59 PM
Stewie 15 Mar 21 - 12:12 AM
Stewie 13 Mar 21 - 11:19 PM
Stewie 12 Mar 21 - 08:13 PM
Stewie 10 Mar 21 - 10:07 PM
rich-joy 09 Mar 21 - 11:02 PM
rich-joy 09 Mar 21 - 10:36 PM
rich-joy 09 Mar 21 - 10:10 PM
Stewie 09 Mar 21 - 08:21 PM
Sandra in Sydney 08 Mar 21 - 08:30 PM
Sandra in Sydney 08 Mar 21 - 09:44 AM
raredance 08 Mar 21 - 03:05 AM
Sandra in Sydney 08 Mar 21 - 02:14 AM
Sandra in Sydney 08 Mar 21 - 02:06 AM
Sandra in Sydney 07 Mar 21 - 03:07 AM
Stewie 06 Mar 21 - 09:57 PM
Sandra in Sydney 06 Mar 21 - 09:32 PM
Stewie 06 Mar 21 - 08:56 PM
Sandra in Sydney 06 Mar 21 - 03:43 AM
Sandra in Sydney 06 Mar 21 - 03:25 AM
rich-joy 06 Mar 21 - 03:12 AM
Sandra in Sydney 06 Mar 21 - 02:44 AM
Sandra in Sydney 06 Mar 21 - 02:29 AM
raredance 06 Mar 21 - 01:55 AM
rich-joy 06 Mar 21 - 12:00 AM
rich-joy 05 Mar 21 - 08:53 PM
Stewie 04 Mar 21 - 07:55 PM
Sandra in Sydney 04 Mar 21 - 04:21 AM
Sandra in Sydney 04 Mar 21 - 03:52 AM
Sandra in Sydney 04 Mar 21 - 03:40 AM
Sandra in Sydney 04 Mar 21 - 03:19 AM
Sandra in Sydney 04 Mar 21 - 01:15 AM
JennieG 03 Mar 21 - 08:33 PM
Sandra in Sydney 03 Mar 21 - 06:14 PM
Sandra in Sydney 03 Mar 21 - 05:55 PM
Sandra in Sydney 03 Mar 21 - 09:00 AM
GerryM 03 Mar 21 - 03:55 AM
rich-joy 03 Mar 21 - 12:41 AM
Sandra in Sydney 02 Mar 21 - 02:50 AM
Sandra in Sydney 02 Mar 21 - 02:43 AM
Sandra in Sydney 02 Mar 21 - 02:32 AM
Sandra in Sydney 02 Mar 21 - 02:28 AM
rich-joy 02 Mar 21 - 02:12 AM
rich-joy 02 Mar 21 - 01:46 AM
Sandra in Sydney 02 Mar 21 - 01:31 AM
Sandra in Sydney 02 Mar 21 - 01:18 AM
Sandra in Sydney 02 Mar 21 - 12:56 AM
JennieG 01 Mar 21 - 11:18 PM
rich-joy 01 Mar 21 - 09:35 PM
rich-joy 01 Mar 21 - 09:26 PM
Sandra in Sydney 01 Mar 21 - 05:38 PM
Joe Offer 01 Mar 21 - 05:15 PM
rich-joy 01 Mar 21 - 04:08 AM
rich-joy 27 Feb 21 - 06:57 AM
rich-joy 27 Feb 21 - 06:29 AM
rich-joy 27 Feb 21 - 05:23 AM
rich-joy 27 Feb 21 - 04:25 AM
rich-joy 27 Feb 21 - 04:12 AM
rich-joy 27 Feb 21 - 03:53 AM
rich-joy 27 Feb 21 - 03:46 AM
Stewie 26 Feb 21 - 10:00 PM
Stewie 25 Feb 21 - 09:38 PM
Sandra in Sydney 25 Feb 21 - 02:01 AM
GUEST 24 Feb 21 - 10:02 PM
Sandra in Sydney 24 Feb 21 - 09:39 PM
Stewie 24 Feb 21 - 08:39 PM
Stewie 24 Feb 21 - 07:46 PM
Stewie 23 Feb 21 - 08:30 PM
Sandra in Sydney 22 Feb 21 - 02:20 AM
Sandra in Sydney 22 Feb 21 - 02:00 AM
Sandra in Sydney 22 Feb 21 - 01:59 AM
Sandra in Sydney 22 Feb 21 - 01:55 AM
Sandra in Sydney 21 Feb 21 - 10:52 PM
Sandra in Sydney 21 Feb 21 - 10:50 PM
Sandra in Sydney 21 Feb 21 - 10:46 PM
Sandra in Sydney 21 Feb 21 - 10:39 PM
Sandra in Sydney 21 Feb 21 - 10:35 PM
rich-joy 20 Feb 21 - 11:30 PM
Stewie 20 Feb 21 - 08:47 PM
rich-joy 20 Feb 21 - 07:23 PM
JennieG 20 Feb 21 - 06:30 AM
Sandra in Sydney 20 Feb 21 - 04:21 AM
Sandra in Sydney 20 Feb 21 - 04:10 AM
Sandra in Sydney 20 Feb 21 - 04:07 AM
Sandra in Sydney 20 Feb 21 - 04:00 AM
Sandra in Sydney 20 Feb 21 - 03:58 AM
Sandra in Sydney 20 Feb 21 - 03:56 AM
Sandra in Sydney 20 Feb 21 - 03:53 AM
Sandra in Sydney 20 Feb 21 - 03:50 AM
Stewie 19 Feb 21 - 06:54 PM
rich-joy 19 Feb 21 - 09:14 AM
Stewie 16 Feb 21 - 09:00 PM
Sandra in Sydney 16 Feb 21 - 07:26 AM
Sandra in Sydney 16 Feb 21 - 07:19 AM
Sandra in Sydney 16 Feb 21 - 07:16 AM
Sandra in Sydney 16 Feb 21 - 07:13 AM
Sandra in Sydney 16 Feb 21 - 07:06 AM
Sandra in Sydney 16 Feb 21 - 07:02 AM
GerryM 16 Feb 21 - 04:44 AM
Sandra in Sydney 15 Feb 21 - 08:52 AM
Sandra in Sydney 15 Feb 21 - 08:48 AM
Sandra in Sydney 15 Feb 21 - 08:31 AM
Sandra in Sydney 15 Feb 21 - 07:21 AM
Sandra in Sydney 15 Feb 21 - 07:17 AM
Sandra in Sydney 15 Feb 21 - 07:09 AM
Stewie 12 Feb 21 - 07:52 PM
GerryM 10 Feb 21 - 07:05 PM
GerryM 10 Feb 21 - 06:55 PM
Stewie 09 Feb 21 - 08:30 PM
rich-joy 08 Feb 21 - 07:55 AM
rich-joy 08 Feb 21 - 07:22 AM
Sandra in Sydney 08 Feb 21 - 06:19 AM
rich-joy 08 Feb 21 - 02:50 AM
rich-joy 07 Feb 21 - 12:54 AM
Stewie 06 Feb 21 - 10:04 PM
Stewie 06 Feb 21 - 05:07 AM
rich-joy 04 Feb 21 - 10:46 PM
rich-joy 04 Feb 21 - 08:15 AM
rich-joy 04 Feb 21 - 07:09 AM
Stewie 03 Feb 21 - 05:50 PM
Stewie 02 Feb 21 - 07:11 PM
rich-joy 02 Feb 21 - 08:43 AM
Sandra in Sydney 02 Feb 21 - 01:50 AM
Stewie 02 Feb 21 - 12:10 AM
Stewie 31 Jan 21 - 08:38 PM
rich-joy 31 Jan 21 - 08:18 PM
rich-joy 31 Jan 21 - 08:09 PM
Stewie 30 Jan 21 - 10:25 PM
JennieG 30 Jan 21 - 03:07 AM
GerryM 30 Jan 21 - 01:07 AM
GerryM 30 Jan 21 - 12:59 AM
GerryM 30 Jan 21 - 12:51 AM
GerryM 30 Jan 21 - 12:40 AM
GerryM 30 Jan 21 - 12:29 AM
Stewie 29 Jan 21 - 06:43 PM
Stewie 28 Jan 21 - 06:47 PM
Stewie 27 Jan 21 - 07:02 PM
JennieG 27 Jan 21 - 04:50 AM
Sandra in Sydney 27 Jan 21 - 04:00 AM
Sandra in Sydney 27 Jan 21 - 03:54 AM
Sandra in Sydney 27 Jan 21 - 03:50 AM
Sandra in Sydney 27 Jan 21 - 03:46 AM
Sandra in Sydney 27 Jan 21 - 03:39 AM
rich-joy 27 Jan 21 - 03:06 AM
Sandra in Sydney 27 Jan 21 - 01:55 AM
Sandra in Sydney 26 Jan 21 - 09:02 PM
Stewie 26 Jan 21 - 08:09 PM
rich-joy 26 Jan 21 - 09:21 AM
rich-joy 25 Jan 21 - 08:15 PM
Stewie 25 Jan 21 - 07:42 PM
Sandra in Sydney 25 Jan 21 - 07:38 PM
rich-joy 25 Jan 21 - 07:11 PM
rich-joy 23 Jan 21 - 03:55 AM
Sandra in Sydney 23 Jan 21 - 03:08 AM
rich-joy 23 Jan 21 - 03:03 AM
rich-joy 23 Jan 21 - 01:51 AM
rich-joy 23 Jan 21 - 01:30 AM
Sandra in Sydney 23 Jan 21 - 12:27 AM
Stewie 22 Jan 21 - 08:51 PM
rich-joy 21 Jan 21 - 04:34 AM
rich-joy 20 Jan 21 - 05:43 PM
Stewie 19 Jan 21 - 10:21 PM
Sandra in Sydney 19 Jan 21 - 09:04 AM
rich-joy 19 Jan 21 - 08:15 AM
rich-joy 19 Jan 21 - 08:04 AM
Sandra in Sydney 19 Jan 21 - 05:06 AM
Sandra in Sydney 19 Jan 21 - 04:53 AM
rich-joy 19 Jan 21 - 01:22 AM
rich-joy 18 Jan 21 - 08:00 PM
Sandra in Sydney 18 Jan 21 - 09:39 AM
rich-joy 18 Jan 21 - 07:41 AM
rich-joy 18 Jan 21 - 03:14 AM
Stewie 17 Jan 21 - 08:35 PM
Stewie 17 Jan 21 - 07:28 PM
Sandra in Sydney 16 Jan 21 - 08:47 PM
Stewie 16 Jan 21 - 07:29 PM
Stewie 14 Jan 21 - 09:08 PM
Stewie 13 Jan 21 - 07:20 PM
Stewie 12 Jan 21 - 07:28 PM
rich-joy 12 Jan 21 - 03:25 AM
rich-joy 11 Jan 21 - 06:50 PM
Stewie 10 Jan 21 - 08:46 PM
Stewie 09 Jan 21 - 10:13 PM
rich-joy 08 Jan 21 - 03:54 AM
Stewie 07 Jan 21 - 07:27 PM
Sandra in Sydney 06 Jan 21 - 01:53 AM
JennieG 05 Jan 21 - 10:05 PM
rich-joy 05 Jan 21 - 09:39 PM
JennieG 05 Jan 21 - 08:26 PM
Stewie 05 Jan 21 - 07:22 PM
Stewie 05 Jan 21 - 07:04 PM
rich-joy 05 Jan 21 - 05:24 AM
Sandra in Sydney 05 Jan 21 - 03:45 AM
GerryM 05 Jan 21 - 03:25 AM
rich-joy 04 Jan 21 - 09:41 AM
rich-joy 04 Jan 21 - 08:02 AM
Sandra in Sydney 04 Jan 21 - 06:34 AM
Sandra in Sydney 04 Jan 21 - 05:57 AM
Stewie 03 Jan 21 - 07:48 PM
Stewie 03 Jan 21 - 07:28 PM
rich-joy 03 Jan 21 - 07:10 AM
rich-joy 02 Jan 21 - 11:46 PM
JennieG 02 Jan 21 - 10:13 PM
Stewie 02 Jan 21 - 09:35 PM
Stewie 02 Jan 21 - 08:36 PM
Sandra in Sydney 02 Jan 21 - 01:34 AM
JennieG 01 Jan 21 - 09:35 PM
Sandra in Sydney 01 Jan 21 - 09:00 PM
rich-joy 01 Jan 21 - 08:04 PM
Stewie 01 Jan 21 - 07:10 PM
Sandra in Sydney 01 Jan 21 - 07:00 PM
JennieG 01 Jan 21 - 03:43 PM
Sandra in Sydney 01 Jan 21 - 07:45 AM
Sandra in Sydney 01 Jan 21 - 07:31 AM
GerryM 01 Jan 21 - 04:23 AM
Stewie 31 Dec 20 - 07:34 PM
rich-joy 31 Dec 20 - 09:23 AM
Stewie 30 Dec 20 - 08:46 PM
rich-joy 30 Dec 20 - 08:12 AM
Sandra in Sydney 30 Dec 20 - 05:42 AM
rich-joy 30 Dec 20 - 05:01 AM
Stewie 29 Dec 20 - 10:23 PM
Sandra in Sydney 29 Dec 20 - 12:35 AM
JennieG 28 Dec 20 - 10:50 PM
Sandra in Sydney 28 Dec 20 - 10:02 PM
rich-joy 28 Dec 20 - 09:01 PM
rich-joy 28 Dec 20 - 07:11 PM
rich-joy 28 Dec 20 - 06:45 PM
Stewie 27 Dec 20 - 09:08 PM
Stewie 27 Dec 20 - 08:44 PM
Sandra in Sydney 27 Dec 20 - 09:47 AM
Sandra in Sydney 27 Dec 20 - 08:50 AM
Sandra in Sydney 27 Dec 20 - 08:37 AM
Sandra in Sydney 27 Dec 20 - 08:31 AM
Sandra in Sydney 27 Dec 20 - 07:53 AM
Sandra in Sydney 27 Dec 20 - 06:07 AM
Sandra in Sydney 26 Dec 20 - 11:37 PM
GerryM 26 Dec 20 - 10:58 PM
GerryM 26 Dec 20 - 10:55 PM
Stewie 26 Dec 20 - 09:34 PM
rich-joy 26 Dec 20 - 07:50 PM
rich-joy 26 Dec 20 - 09:18 AM
Sandra in Sydney 26 Dec 20 - 06:19 AM
Sandra in Sydney 26 Dec 20 - 05:56 AM
GerryM 26 Dec 20 - 04:43 AM
GerryM 26 Dec 20 - 04:32 AM
rich-joy 26 Dec 20 - 04:29 AM
GerryM 26 Dec 20 - 04:27 AM
rich-joy 25 Dec 20 - 10:50 PM
rich-joy 25 Dec 20 - 10:44 PM
Sandra in Sydney 24 Dec 20 - 06:52 PM
GerryM 24 Dec 20 - 05:58 PM
rich-joy 24 Dec 20 - 09:01 AM
Sandra in Sydney 24 Dec 20 - 05:11 AM
GerryM 24 Dec 20 - 04:21 AM
GerryM 24 Dec 20 - 04:03 AM
GerryM 24 Dec 20 - 03:55 AM
GerryM 24 Dec 20 - 03:47 AM
GerryM 24 Dec 20 - 03:41 AM
rich-joy 24 Dec 20 - 03:15 AM
rich-joy 24 Dec 20 - 02:45 AM
rich-joy 23 Dec 20 - 08:36 AM
rich-joy 23 Dec 20 - 07:41 AM
rich-joy 23 Dec 20 - 07:00 AM
rich-joy 23 Dec 20 - 05:11 AM
Sandra in Sydney 23 Dec 20 - 02:25 AM
Sandra in Sydney 23 Dec 20 - 02:01 AM
Sandra in Sydney 23 Dec 20 - 01:41 AM
rich-joy 23 Dec 20 - 12:23 AM
rich-joy 22 Dec 20 - 11:46 PM
Stewie 22 Dec 20 - 09:29 PM
Stewie 22 Dec 20 - 09:11 PM
rich-joy 22 Dec 20 - 06:35 AM
rich-joy 22 Dec 20 - 03:48 AM
Stewie 21 Dec 20 - 07:31 PM
rich-joy 21 Dec 20 - 09:20 AM
rich-joy 21 Dec 20 - 09:13 AM
Sandra in Sydney 21 Dec 20 - 08:00 AM
GerryM 21 Dec 20 - 05:10 AM
GerryM 21 Dec 20 - 04:26 AM
GerryM 21 Dec 20 - 04:12 AM
Sandra in Sydney 21 Dec 20 - 12:43 AM
rich-joy 20 Dec 20 - 11:20 PM
Stewie 20 Dec 20 - 11:02 PM
Stewie 20 Dec 20 - 08:29 PM
Stewie 20 Dec 20 - 08:01 PM
GerryM 20 Dec 20 - 07:55 PM
GerryM 20 Dec 20 - 07:41 PM
rich-joy 20 Dec 20 - 07:48 AM
Sandra in Sydney 20 Dec 20 - 07:34 AM
GerryM 20 Dec 20 - 04:12 AM
GerryM 20 Dec 20 - 03:41 AM
GerryM 20 Dec 20 - 03:34 AM
GerryM 20 Dec 20 - 03:24 AM
GerryM 20 Dec 20 - 03:14 AM
GerryM 20 Dec 20 - 02:52 AM
GerryM 20 Dec 20 - 01:58 AM
Stewie 19 Dec 20 - 10:35 PM
Sandra in Sydney 19 Dec 20 - 02:24 AM
Sandra in Sydney 19 Dec 20 - 02:19 AM
JennieG 19 Dec 20 - 01:49 AM
Sandra in Sydney 19 Dec 20 - 01:26 AM
Stewie 18 Dec 20 - 09:20 PM
Stewie 18 Dec 20 - 08:08 PM
rich-joy 18 Dec 20 - 05:55 AM
Jack Campin 18 Dec 20 - 01:50 AM
rich-joy 18 Dec 20 - 12:00 AM
Stewie 17 Dec 20 - 07:10 PM
rich-joy 17 Dec 20 - 03:01 AM
Stewie 16 Dec 20 - 08:45 PM
Stewie 16 Dec 20 - 07:15 PM
Stewie 15 Dec 20 - 08:07 PM
Sandra in Sydney 15 Dec 20 - 06:45 PM
rich-joy 15 Dec 20 - 06:16 PM
JennieG 15 Dec 20 - 05:30 PM
JennieG 15 Dec 20 - 05:24 PM
JennieG 15 Dec 20 - 05:21 PM
Sandra in Sydney 15 Dec 20 - 05:15 AM
rich-joy 15 Dec 20 - 03:13 AM
Sandra in Sydney 15 Dec 20 - 02:26 AM
Stewie 14 Dec 20 - 08:02 PM
rich-joy 14 Dec 20 - 06:29 PM
Stewie 13 Dec 20 - 09:22 PM
Stewie 13 Dec 20 - 08:51 PM
rich-joy 13 Dec 20 - 12:57 AM
rich-joy 13 Dec 20 - 12:41 AM
Stewie 12 Dec 20 - 11:05 PM
Stewie 12 Dec 20 - 10:33 PM
rich-joy 12 Dec 20 - 08:45 PM
Stewie 11 Dec 20 - 08:35 PM
rich-joy 11 Dec 20 - 09:19 AM
rich-joy 11 Dec 20 - 07:55 AM
Sandra in Sydney 11 Dec 20 - 06:57 AM
DaveJohnson 11 Dec 20 - 06:24 AM
rich-joy 11 Dec 20 - 03:31 AM
Stewie 10 Dec 20 - 10:01 PM
rich-joy 10 Dec 20 - 08:56 PM
Stewie 10 Dec 20 - 08:13 PM
Sandra in Sydney 10 Dec 20 - 09:48 AM
rich-joy 10 Dec 20 - 08:02 AM
Sandra in Sydney 10 Dec 20 - 04:31 AM
Stewie 09 Dec 20 - 07:31 PM
Stewie 09 Dec 20 - 07:27 PM
Stewie 09 Dec 20 - 07:02 PM
rich-joy 09 Dec 20 - 02:49 AM
rich-joy 09 Dec 20 - 02:28 AM
rich-joy 09 Dec 20 - 12:13 AM
rich-joy 08 Dec 20 - 11:52 PM
rich-joy 08 Dec 20 - 11:09 PM
rich-joy 08 Dec 20 - 08:42 PM
Stewie 08 Dec 20 - 07:36 PM
Stewie 08 Dec 20 - 06:44 PM
Sandra in Sydney 08 Dec 20 - 09:57 AM
rich-joy 08 Dec 20 - 08:28 AM
GUEST,John Flynn 08 Dec 20 - 08:25 AM
rich-joy 08 Dec 20 - 07:45 AM
SqueezeMe 08 Dec 20 - 07:03 AM
Sandra in Sydney 08 Dec 20 - 03:59 AM
JennieG 08 Dec 20 - 01:20 AM
Sandra in Sydney 08 Dec 20 - 12:34 AM
JennieG 07 Dec 20 - 10:08 PM
rich-joy 07 Dec 20 - 09:44 PM
Stewie 07 Dec 20 - 09:05 PM
Sandra in Sydney 07 Dec 20 - 07:59 PM
Sandra in Sydney 07 Dec 20 - 07:54 PM
Stewie 07 Dec 20 - 07:12 PM
GUEST,SqueezeMe 07 Dec 20 - 09:54 AM
Stewie 06 Dec 20 - 08:37 PM
Sandra in Sydney 06 Dec 20 - 01:45 AM
JennieG 06 Dec 20 - 12:38 AM
rich-joy 05 Dec 20 - 10:34 PM
Sandra in Sydney 05 Dec 20 - 09:49 PM
GUEST,Phil 05 Dec 20 - 08:58 PM
Stewie 05 Dec 20 - 08:48 PM
Stewie 05 Dec 20 - 08:19 PM
rich-joy 05 Dec 20 - 08:06 AM
rich-joy 05 Dec 20 - 07:49 AM
JennieG 05 Dec 20 - 06:04 AM
Sandra in Sydney 05 Dec 20 - 05:45 AM
rich-joy 05 Dec 20 - 04:59 AM
rich-joy 05 Dec 20 - 04:20 AM
rich-joy 05 Dec 20 - 01:20 AM
Stewie 04 Dec 20 - 10:18 PM
Stewie 04 Dec 20 - 08:04 PM
Sandra in Sydney 04 Dec 20 - 04:05 AM
rich-joy 04 Dec 20 - 12:43 AM
Stewie 03 Dec 20 - 08:15 PM
Stewie 03 Dec 20 - 07:34 PM
rich-joy 03 Dec 20 - 04:16 PM
rich-joy 03 Dec 20 - 05:39 AM
rich-joy 03 Dec 20 - 05:08 AM
rich-joy 03 Dec 20 - 02:47 AM
rich-joy 03 Dec 20 - 02:21 AM
Sandra in Sydney 03 Dec 20 - 02:09 AM
JennieG 03 Dec 20 - 01:18 AM
rich-joy 02 Dec 20 - 05:20 AM
Stewie 01 Dec 20 - 07:22 PM
Stewie 01 Dec 20 - 06:52 PM
Sandra in Sydney 30 Nov 20 - 07:27 PM
Stewie 30 Nov 20 - 06:01 PM
Stewie 30 Nov 20 - 05:48 PM
Sandra in Sydney 30 Nov 20 - 02:48 AM
Sandra in Sydney 30 Nov 20 - 02:35 AM
rich-joy 30 Nov 20 - 02:00 AM
Sandra in Sydney 30 Nov 20 - 01:58 AM
Sandra in Sydney 30 Nov 20 - 01:47 AM
JennieG 29 Nov 20 - 09:49 PM
Sandra in Sydney 29 Nov 20 - 08:45 PM
JennieG 29 Nov 20 - 08:23 PM
Sandra in Sydney 29 Nov 20 - 07:57 PM
Stewie 29 Nov 20 - 07:33 PM
Stewie 28 Nov 20 - 09:09 PM
Stewie 28 Nov 20 - 08:50 PM
Stewie 26 Nov 20 - 09:57 PM
Sandra in Sydney 25 Nov 20 - 12:35 AM
rich-joy 25 Nov 20 - 12:25 AM
Stewie 24 Nov 20 - 06:13 PM
rich-joy 23 Nov 20 - 11:25 PM
rich-joy 23 Nov 20 - 10:22 PM
Sandra in Sydney 23 Nov 20 - 08:16 PM
rich-joy 23 Nov 20 - 06:01 PM
rich-joy 23 Nov 20 - 05:17 PM
rich-joy 23 Nov 20 - 07:50 AM
rich-joy 23 Nov 20 - 07:36 AM
rich-joy 23 Nov 20 - 07:28 AM
Stewie 22 Nov 20 - 09:22 PM
Stewie 21 Nov 20 - 09:46 PM
rich-joy 21 Nov 20 - 02:45 AM
Sandra in Sydney 21 Nov 20 - 02:00 AM
rich-joy 21 Nov 20 - 01:35 AM
Sandra in Sydney 21 Nov 20 - 01:24 AM
Sandra in Sydney 21 Nov 20 - 12:48 AM
Sandra in Sydney 21 Nov 20 - 12:20 AM
rich-joy 20 Nov 20 - 11:52 PM
rich-joy 20 Nov 20 - 11:14 PM
Stewie 19 Nov 20 - 10:14 PM
Sandra in Sydney 19 Nov 20 - 04:40 AM
Sandra in Sydney 19 Nov 20 - 02:44 AM
Stewie 18 Nov 20 - 08:41 PM
Sandra in Sydney 18 Nov 20 - 03:02 AM
Stewie 17 Nov 20 - 09:23 PM
Stewie 16 Nov 20 - 09:39 PM
Stewie 16 Nov 20 - 09:22 PM
Stewie 15 Nov 20 - 09:54 PM
Stewie 15 Nov 20 - 09:02 PM
Stewie 15 Nov 20 - 08:37 PM
Stewie 14 Nov 20 - 08:24 PM
Stewie 13 Nov 20 - 08:29 PM
Stewie 13 Nov 20 - 07:58 PM
Stewie 12 Nov 20 - 06:48 PM
Stewie 12 Nov 20 - 06:13 PM
Stewie 12 Nov 20 - 05:55 PM
Stewie 11 Nov 20 - 07:04 PM
Stewie 11 Nov 20 - 06:43 PM
Stewie 10 Nov 20 - 07:20 PM
rich-joy 10 Nov 20 - 04:00 AM
Stewie 09 Nov 20 - 08:11 PM
Stewie 09 Nov 20 - 07:42 PM
Sandra in Sydney 09 Nov 20 - 03:55 AM
Stewie 08 Nov 20 - 08:50 PM
Stewie 08 Nov 20 - 08:17 PM
Stewie 08 Nov 20 - 07:12 PM
Sandra in Sydney 08 Nov 20 - 07:05 AM
Stewie 07 Nov 20 - 09:45 PM
Stewie 07 Nov 20 - 08:57 PM
Stewie 07 Nov 20 - 08:33 PM
Stewie 06 Nov 20 - 09:41 PM
Stewie 06 Nov 20 - 09:14 PM
Stewie 06 Nov 20 - 08:58 PM
Stewie 05 Nov 20 - 07:57 PM
Stewie 05 Nov 20 - 07:20 PM
rich-joy 05 Nov 20 - 06:07 PM
rich-joy 05 Nov 20 - 06:40 AM
rich-joy 05 Nov 20 - 05:49 AM
Sandra in Sydney 05 Nov 20 - 05:22 AM
rich-joy 05 Nov 20 - 01:39 AM
rich-joy 05 Nov 20 - 12:07 AM
Stewie 04 Nov 20 - 08:32 PM
Stewie 04 Nov 20 - 06:09 PM
Stewie 03 Nov 20 - 10:40 PM
Stewie 03 Nov 20 - 09:57 PM
Stewie 03 Nov 20 - 09:40 PM
Stewie 03 Nov 20 - 08:40 PM
Stewie 03 Nov 20 - 08:04 PM
Sandra in Sydney 03 Nov 20 - 07:49 PM
rich-joy 03 Nov 20 - 07:04 PM
Sandra in Sydney 03 Nov 20 - 04:20 AM
Sandra in Sydney 03 Nov 20 - 03:55 AM
Sandra in Sydney 03 Nov 20 - 03:51 AM
Sandra in Sydney 03 Nov 20 - 03:41 AM
Sandra in Sydney 03 Nov 20 - 03:31 AM
Sandra in Sydney 03 Nov 20 - 02:16 AM
Sandra in Sydney 03 Nov 20 - 02:03 AM
rich-joy 02 Nov 20 - 10:27 PM
Stewie 02 Nov 20 - 08:45 PM
rich-joy 02 Nov 20 - 08:42 PM
Stewie 02 Nov 20 - 07:38 PM
Stewie 02 Nov 20 - 07:20 PM
rich-joy 02 Nov 20 - 08:10 AM
rich-joy 02 Nov 20 - 06:57 AM
rich-joy 02 Nov 20 - 03:34 AM
Stewie 01 Nov 20 - 08:38 PM
Stewie 01 Nov 20 - 07:37 PM
Stewie 01 Nov 20 - 06:40 PM
rich-joy 01 Nov 20 - 03:49 AM
Stewie 31 Oct 20 - 10:39 PM
Stewie 31 Oct 20 - 10:10 PM
Stewie 31 Oct 20 - 09:52 PM
rich-joy 31 Oct 20 - 07:59 AM
Sandra in Sydney 31 Oct 20 - 06:40 AM
rich-joy 31 Oct 20 - 06:21 AM
Stewie 30 Oct 20 - 11:07 PM
Stewie 30 Oct 20 - 10:51 PM
Sandra in Sydney 30 Oct 20 - 09:43 PM
Stewie 30 Oct 20 - 09:36 PM
Sandra in Sydney 30 Oct 20 - 05:52 AM
rich-joy 30 Oct 20 - 05:37 AM
Sandra in Sydney 30 Oct 20 - 05:27 AM
rich-joy 30 Oct 20 - 05:04 AM
rich-joy 30 Oct 20 - 04:22 AM
Sandra in Sydney 30 Oct 20 - 03:31 AM
rich-joy 30 Oct 20 - 03:09 AM
rich-joy 30 Oct 20 - 02:51 AM
rich-joy 29 Oct 20 - 11:32 PM
rich-joy 29 Oct 20 - 09:16 PM
Stewie 29 Oct 20 - 09:03 PM
Stewie 29 Oct 20 - 08:29 PM
Stewie 28 Oct 20 - 09:59 PM
rich-joy 28 Oct 20 - 09:20 PM
Stewie 28 Oct 20 - 08:44 PM
Stewie 28 Oct 20 - 08:12 PM
Sandra in Sydney 28 Oct 20 - 02:55 AM
Stewie 27 Oct 20 - 11:15 PM
Stewie 27 Oct 20 - 10:26 PM
JennieG 27 Oct 20 - 09:10 PM
Stewie 27 Oct 20 - 08:49 PM
Sandra in Sydney 26 Oct 20 - 11:26 PM
Stewie 26 Oct 20 - 10:13 PM
Stewie 26 Oct 20 - 09:26 PM
Stewie 26 Oct 20 - 08:49 PM
Stewie 26 Oct 20 - 08:03 PM
Stewie 25 Oct 20 - 11:52 PM
Sandra in Sydney 25 Oct 20 - 11:38 PM
Stewie 25 Oct 20 - 09:16 PM
Stewie 25 Oct 20 - 08:31 PM
Stewie 25 Oct 20 - 08:08 PM
Stewie 24 Oct 20 - 10:49 PM
Stewie 24 Oct 20 - 10:00 PM
Stewie 24 Oct 20 - 09:45 PM
Stewie 24 Oct 20 - 09:28 PM
GUEST 23 Oct 20 - 10:56 PM
Stewie 23 Oct 20 - 10:11 PM
Stewie 23 Oct 20 - 09:04 PM
Sandra in Sydney 23 Oct 20 - 02:22 AM
Stewie 22 Oct 20 - 10:20 PM
Stewie 22 Oct 20 - 07:53 PM
Stewie 22 Oct 20 - 07:31 PM
Stewie 22 Oct 20 - 06:59 PM
GUEST 22 Oct 20 - 06:05 PM
Sandra in Sydney 22 Oct 20 - 12:44 AM
Sandra in Sydney 22 Oct 20 - 12:38 AM
Sandra in Sydney 22 Oct 20 - 12:33 AM
Stewie 21 Oct 20 - 11:24 PM
GUEST 21 Oct 20 - 09:48 PM
Stewie 21 Oct 20 - 08:44 PM
Stewie 21 Oct 20 - 08:19 PM
Sandra in Sydney 21 Oct 20 - 05:22 AM
Sandra in Sydney 21 Oct 20 - 05:09 AM
Sandra in Sydney 21 Oct 20 - 04:50 AM
Sandra in Sydney 21 Oct 20 - 04:41 AM
rich-joy 20 Oct 20 - 11:25 PM
GUEST 20 Oct 20 - 10:40 PM
GUEST 20 Oct 20 - 10:30 PM
Stewie 19 Oct 20 - 09:37 PM
Stewie 19 Oct 20 - 09:18 PM
Stewie 19 Oct 20 - 08:20 PM
Stewie 19 Oct 20 - 07:43 PM
rich-joy 19 Oct 20 - 02:39 AM
Stewie 18 Oct 20 - 08:43 PM
Stewie 18 Oct 20 - 08:17 PM
Stewie 18 Oct 20 - 07:28 PM
GUEST 18 Oct 20 - 05:39 AM
Stewie 17 Oct 20 - 11:22 PM
Stewie 17 Oct 20 - 10:43 PM
Stewie 17 Oct 20 - 10:27 PM
Stewie 17 Oct 20 - 10:03 PM
Stewie 17 Oct 20 - 09:43 PM
Stewie 17 Oct 20 - 09:26 PM
rich-joy 17 Oct 20 - 05:49 AM
Stewie 16 Oct 20 - 10:28 PM
Stewie 16 Oct 20 - 09:28 PM
Stewie 16 Oct 20 - 08:54 PM
Stewie 15 Oct 20 - 08:27 PM
Stewie 15 Oct 20 - 07:42 PM
Stewie 15 Oct 20 - 07:17 PM
Sandra in Sydney 15 Oct 20 - 09:20 AM
GUEST,henryp 15 Oct 20 - 07:34 AM
Stewie 14 Oct 20 - 09:44 PM
Stewie 14 Oct 20 - 08:19 PM
Sandra in Sydney 14 Oct 20 - 01:57 AM
Stewie 14 Oct 20 - 12:13 AM
Stewie 13 Oct 20 - 09:19 PM
Stewie 13 Oct 20 - 09:15 PM
Stewie 13 Oct 20 - 08:44 PM
JennieG 13 Oct 20 - 05:44 AM
Sandra in Sydney 13 Oct 20 - 04:49 AM
Sandra in Sydney 13 Oct 20 - 04:48 AM
Sandra in Sydney 13 Oct 20 - 04:32 AM
Stewie 11 Oct 20 - 09:38 PM
Stewie 11 Oct 20 - 08:53 PM
Sandra in Sydney 11 Oct 20 - 01:52 AM
Stewie 10 Oct 20 - 10:18 PM
Stewie 10 Oct 20 - 10:03 PM
Stewie 10 Oct 20 - 09:31 PM
rich-joy 10 Oct 20 - 08:20 PM
Sandra in Sydney 10 Oct 20 - 05:54 AM
Sandra in Sydney 10 Oct 20 - 05:52 AM
Sandra in Sydney 10 Oct 20 - 05:35 AM
Stewie 08 Oct 20 - 08:56 PM
Stewie 08 Oct 20 - 08:06 PM
Stewie 08 Oct 20 - 07:33 PM
GUEST 07 Oct 20 - 10:13 PM
GUEST 07 Oct 20 - 09:21 PM
Stewie 07 Oct 20 - 08:16 PM
rich-joy 07 Oct 20 - 06:09 AM
Sandra in Sydney 07 Oct 20 - 05:42 AM
rich-joy 07 Oct 20 - 05:38 AM
Sandra in Sydney 07 Oct 20 - 03:38 AM
rich-joy 07 Oct 20 - 03:36 AM
JennieG 07 Oct 20 - 02:28 AM
Stewie 07 Oct 20 - 01:35 AM
rich-joy 07 Oct 20 - 01:03 AM
rich-joy 06 Oct 20 - 11:54 PM
JennieG 06 Oct 20 - 10:48 PM
Stewie 06 Oct 20 - 10:27 PM
Stewie 06 Oct 20 - 09:38 PM
Stewie 06 Oct 20 - 09:04 PM
Stewie 06 Oct 20 - 08:42 PM
Sandra in Sydney 06 Oct 20 - 08:39 PM
rich-joy 06 Oct 20 - 07:37 PM
JennieG 06 Oct 20 - 07:11 PM
rich-joy 06 Oct 20 - 04:43 AM
rich-joy 06 Oct 20 - 03:02 AM
rich-joy 06 Oct 20 - 02:54 AM
Stewie 05 Oct 20 - 10:42 PM
Stewie 05 Oct 20 - 10:23 PM
rich-joy 05 Oct 20 - 01:19 AM
Stewie 04 Oct 20 - 10:28 PM
rich-joy 04 Oct 20 - 04:14 AM
rich-joy 04 Oct 20 - 03:30 AM
Sandra in Sydney 04 Oct 20 - 03:24 AM
rich-joy 04 Oct 20 - 03:24 AM
rich-joy 04 Oct 20 - 03:07 AM
rich-joy 04 Oct 20 - 01:10 AM
rich-joy 04 Oct 20 - 12:54 AM
rich-joy 04 Oct 20 - 12:25 AM
Stewie 03 Oct 20 - 10:49 PM
rich-joy 03 Oct 20 - 10:44 PM
rich-joy 03 Oct 20 - 10:07 PM
Stewie 03 Oct 20 - 09:59 PM
rich-joy 03 Oct 20 - 09:33 PM
rich-joy 03 Oct 20 - 09:37 AM
rich-joy 03 Oct 20 - 09:11 AM
rich-joy 03 Oct 20 - 07:30 AM
rich-joy 03 Oct 20 - 06:33 AM
rich-joy 03 Oct 20 - 06:15 AM
Stewie 02 Oct 20 - 11:13 PM
Stewie 02 Oct 20 - 10:53 PM
Stewie 02 Oct 20 - 10:37 PM
Stewie 01 Oct 20 - 10:12 PM
Stewie 01 Oct 20 - 10:01 PM
rich-joy 01 Oct 20 - 02:54 AM
Stewie 30 Sep 20 - 11:56 PM
Stewie 30 Sep 20 - 11:27 PM
Stewie 30 Sep 20 - 10:35 PM
Stewie 30 Sep 20 - 09:16 PM
Stewie 30 Sep 20 - 08:18 PM
rich-joy 30 Sep 20 - 08:08 PM
Stewie 29 Sep 20 - 11:34 PM
GUEST 29 Sep 20 - 11:26 PM
Stewie 29 Sep 20 - 10:32 PM
Stewie 29 Sep 20 - 10:07 PM
JennieG 29 Sep 20 - 09:55 PM
Stewie 29 Sep 20 - 09:40 PM
Stewie 29 Sep 20 - 07:43 PM
JennieG 29 Sep 20 - 05:30 PM
Sandra in Sydney 29 Sep 20 - 11:31 AM
Sandra in Sydney 29 Sep 20 - 11:07 AM
rich-joy 29 Sep 20 - 09:20 AM
rich-joy 29 Sep 20 - 02:22 AM
rich-joy 29 Sep 20 - 01:27 AM
JennieG 29 Sep 20 - 12:29 AM
Stewie 29 Sep 20 - 12:06 AM
Stewie 28 Sep 20 - 11:27 PM
Stewie 28 Sep 20 - 10:44 PM
Stewie 28 Sep 20 - 09:18 PM
Stewie 28 Sep 20 - 08:56 PM
rich-joy 28 Sep 20 - 09:54 AM
rich-joy 28 Sep 20 - 09:48 AM
rich-joy 28 Sep 20 - 09:00 AM
rich-joy 28 Sep 20 - 08:12 AM
rich-joy 28 Sep 20 - 07:24 AM
Sandra in Sydney 28 Sep 20 - 06:47 AM
rich-joy 28 Sep 20 - 06:36 AM
Stewie 28 Sep 20 - 12:26 AM
Stewie 27 Sep 20 - 11:51 PM
Stewie 27 Sep 20 - 10:18 PM
Stewie 27 Sep 20 - 08:54 PM
Sandra in Sydney 27 Sep 20 - 06:24 AM
Stewie 26 Sep 20 - 11:39 PM
Stewie 26 Sep 20 - 10:43 PM
Stewie 26 Sep 20 - 10:18 PM
Sandra in Sydney 26 Sep 20 - 06:53 AM
Stewie 25 Sep 20 - 09:49 PM
rich-joy 25 Sep 20 - 09:37 PM
Stewie 25 Sep 20 - 09:19 PM
Stewie 25 Sep 20 - 08:14 PM
rich-joy 25 Sep 20 - 01:10 AM
rich-joy 25 Sep 20 - 12:54 AM
Stewie 24 Sep 20 - 11:05 PM
Stewie 24 Sep 20 - 10:32 PM
Stewie 24 Sep 20 - 09:42 PM
rich-joy 24 Sep 20 - 06:07 AM
rich-joy 24 Sep 20 - 05:33 AM
rich-joy 24 Sep 20 - 05:22 AM
rich-joy 24 Sep 20 - 04:36 AM
rich-joy 24 Sep 20 - 03:59 AM
rich-joy 24 Sep 20 - 01:52 AM
rich-joy 24 Sep 20 - 12:34 AM
rich-joy 23 Sep 20 - 11:45 PM
rich-joy 23 Sep 20 - 11:37 PM
rich-joy 23 Sep 20 - 11:29 PM
GUEST 23 Sep 20 - 10:23 PM
rich-joy 23 Sep 20 - 10:10 PM
rich-joy 23 Sep 20 - 09:57 PM
Stewie 23 Sep 20 - 08:16 PM
Stewie 23 Sep 20 - 08:01 PM
Stewie 23 Sep 20 - 07:40 PM
GUEST 23 Sep 20 - 04:44 AM
Stewie 22 Sep 20 - 10:56 PM
JennieG 22 Sep 20 - 10:17 PM
Stewie 22 Sep 20 - 09:41 PM
Stewie 22 Sep 20 - 08:54 PM
Stewie 22 Sep 20 - 07:44 PM
JennieG 22 Sep 20 - 01:15 AM
Stewie 21 Sep 20 - 10:29 PM
Stewie 21 Sep 20 - 09:39 PM
Stewie 21 Sep 20 - 08:20 PM
Stewie 21 Sep 20 - 08:12 PM
Sandra in Sydney 21 Sep 20 - 01:19 AM
JennieG 20 Sep 20 - 10:05 PM
Sandra in Sydney 20 Sep 20 - 09:08 PM
Stewie 20 Sep 20 - 08:49 PM
Stewie 20 Sep 20 - 08:33 PM
Stewie 20 Sep 20 - 08:28 PM
Stewie 20 Sep 20 - 08:02 PM
Stewie 20 Sep 20 - 07:21 PM
Sandra in Sydney 20 Sep 20 - 09:33 AM
Richard Mellish 20 Sep 20 - 05:18 AM
Stewie 19 Sep 20 - 11:16 PM
Stewie 19 Sep 20 - 10:02 PM
Stewie 19 Sep 20 - 09:38 PM
Stewie 19 Sep 20 - 07:26 PM
Sandra in Sydney 19 Sep 20 - 01:48 AM
Sandra in Sydney 19 Sep 20 - 01:47 AM
Sandra in Sydney 19 Sep 20 - 01:32 AM
Stewie 18 Sep 20 - 08:54 PM
Stewie 18 Sep 20 - 08:46 PM
Stewie 18 Sep 20 - 08:37 PM
Stewie 18 Sep 20 - 07:49 PM
Sandra in Sydney 18 Sep 20 - 09:27 AM
Sandra in Sydney 18 Sep 20 - 09:23 AM
Sandra in Sydney 18 Sep 20 - 09:21 AM
Sandra in Sydney 18 Sep 20 - 02:17 AM
Sandra in Sydney 18 Sep 20 - 02:14 AM
rich-joy 17 Sep 20 - 11:44 PM
Stewie 17 Sep 20 - 10:14 PM
Stewie 17 Sep 20 - 09:45 PM
Stewie 17 Sep 20 - 09:23 PM
Stewie 17 Sep 20 - 08:40 PM
Stewie 17 Sep 20 - 08:25 PM
Stewie 17 Sep 20 - 08:03 PM
rich-joy 17 Sep 20 - 07:58 PM
Sandra in Sydney 17 Sep 20 - 05:41 AM
Sandra in Sydney 17 Sep 20 - 04:59 AM
Sandra in Sydney 17 Sep 20 - 04:28 AM
Sandra in Sydney 17 Sep 20 - 04:16 AM
Sandra in Sydney 17 Sep 20 - 04:12 AM
Sandra in Sydney 17 Sep 20 - 04:08 AM
rich-joy 17 Sep 20 - 04:05 AM
Sandra in Sydney 17 Sep 20 - 03:52 AM
Sandra in Sydney 17 Sep 20 - 03:40 AM
Sandra in Sydney 17 Sep 20 - 03:39 AM
Sandra in Sydney 17 Sep 20 - 03:31 AM
rich-joy 17 Sep 20 - 02:58 AM
rich-joy 17 Sep 20 - 02:40 AM
rich-joy 17 Sep 20 - 02:24 AM
Stewie 16 Sep 20 - 11:19 PM
Stewie 16 Sep 20 - 10:12 PM
GUEST 16 Sep 20 - 09:12 PM
Sandra in Sydney 16 Sep 20 - 01:25 AM
Sandra in Sydney 16 Sep 20 - 01:23 AM
rich-joy 16 Sep 20 - 12:49 AM
Stewie 15 Sep 20 - 11:40 PM
rich-joy 15 Sep 20 - 10:58 PM
Stewie 15 Sep 20 - 10:56 PM
GUEST 15 Sep 20 - 10:32 PM
GUEST 15 Sep 20 - 09:32 PM
GUEST 15 Sep 20 - 09:24 PM
Sandra in Sydney 15 Sep 20 - 06:51 AM
rich-joy 15 Sep 20 - 06:18 AM
Sandra in Sydney 15 Sep 20 - 06:04 AM
rich-joy 15 Sep 20 - 04:08 AM
rich-joy 15 Sep 20 - 04:04 AM
rich-joy 15 Sep 20 - 03:59 AM
rich-joy 15 Sep 20 - 03:55 AM
Sandra in Sydney 15 Sep 20 - 01:53 AM
GUEST 15 Sep 20 - 12:46 AM
Stewie 14 Sep 20 - 10:16 PM
Stewie 14 Sep 20 - 09:43 PM
GUEST 14 Sep 20 - 08:52 PM
Stewie 13 Sep 20 - 10:07 PM
JennieG 13 Sep 20 - 09:59 PM
Stewie 13 Sep 20 - 09:50 PM
Stewie 13 Sep 20 - 08:52 PM
Sandra in Sydney 13 Sep 20 - 09:40 AM
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Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook
From: Sandra in Sydney
Date: 22 Nov 21 - 04:02 AM

Posted by Stewie 20 years ago!

My good mate, Sean Roche, in Perth, Western Australia, recorded this on his excellent CD 'A Celtic Heart'. Here's my transcription:^^

FREMANTLE BAY (Bonner)

video - Fremantle Bay sung by Andrew Clarke

Oh my name hasn't mattered for many a day
I was born on the west coast of Clare
By the time I was married and had my own land
There was many who envied me there

Our home was contented, the years quickly passed
We had four lads to carry our name
Then one year the crops failed and the hunger set in
I was certain that I was to blame

And oft times I think about Doolin
And my cottage a lifetime away
Though I'm chained here and bound, my heart can't be found
In this prison on Fremantle Bay

It was oft of an evening I stood by the door
I looked out where my crops used to be
But the pain deep inside as I looked in the eyes
Of our children, it drove me to steal

It was raining the night when the sheriff's men came
And the judge gave his verdict next day
For the lamb that you've stolen you'll have to be sentenced
To a colony where you will stay

And oft times I think about Doolin
And my cottage a lifetime away
Though I'm chained here and bound, my heart can't be found
In this prison on Fremantle Bay

Oh the sun it beats down from a merciless sky
And the rocks they eat into our feet
Oh the work's very hard but there's never a break
For unfortunate men such as me

My crime costs a shilling and sixpence to mend
But it sends me away o'er the sea
And now I must spend out the rest of my days
In this land that means nothing to me

And oft times I think about Doolin
And my cottage a lifetime away
Though I'm chained here and bound, my heart can't be found
In this prison on Fremantle Bay

Source: transcription from Sean Roche 'A Celtic Heart' Tempo DFCD 240

--Stewie.


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Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook
From: Sandra in Sydney
Date: 03 Nov 21 - 12:22 AM

introducing an American note into this thread

Merriam-Webster -   How do you regale someone?
: to entertain or amuse (someone) by telling stories, describing experiences, etc. He regaled his party guests with stories of his adventures abroad.


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Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook
From: rich-joy
Date: 02 Nov 21 - 10:58 PM

..... did I say "regaled" for their yodelling prowess???!!! It was rather late and I think I meant "renowned"!!!

R-J :)


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Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook
From: JennieG
Date: 02 Nov 21 - 05:17 PM

Watched it last night, r-j.....interesting!


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Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook
From: rich-joy
Date: 02 Nov 21 - 09:49 AM

Melbourne Cup Day in Australia (which this post is NOT about!)

Tonight (Tues 2nd Nov) saw the start of a 2-part music series on Aussie TV’s ABC1 : “Going Country” – a road trip into the heart of Aust'n Country Music. Actress and musician, Justine Clarke, takes the long journey in a 1959 FC Holden, but in this first Ep at least, sticks to NSW which is, after all, the home state of country music’s capital Down Under : Tamworth!

It also featured conversations with or songs from, Aussie luminaries: Paul Kelly, Emily Wurramara, Kasey Chambers (and Bill), James Reyne, Troy Cassar-Daley, Slim Dusty (and Joy & Ann), Bob Randall, Dobe Newton, Jimmy Little, Fanny Lumsden, Mary Schneider and Tex Moreton (both regaled for their yodelling prowess), Lionel Rose, The Dingoes, Auriel Andrews, and others.

Down Under viewers can catch up on ABC’s iView website : https://iview.abc.net.au/show/going-country

PS        Earlier this year, I read John Lomax III’ s “Red Desert Sky : The Amazing Adventures of the Chambers Family”, and as the last chapter discusses “A Brief History of Country Music in Australia”, I had fully intended to rat this for more songs to include in this database. But like so many of my Projects at present, it is In Abeyance :(

One day ……….......


Cheers, R-J


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Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook
From: GerryM
Date: 20 Oct 21 - 07:03 AM

Chopsticks
Peter Combe

[This isn't "Chopsticks", it's *about* "Chopsticks". Where it says "Bridge", play a little bit of actual "Chopsticks".]

I play the violin every morning and every evening of every day,
Suzuki, Bach, Vivaldi, Schuman, but really all that I want is to play

(Bridge)

I play the grand piano, practice my chords and scales and arpeggios.
So boring, and it drives my family up the wall. Dad says, why don't you play

(Bridge)

I play the flute, the silver flute, but it doesn't sound much like James Galway.
I wonder if, when he was ten, whether sometimes he was allowed to play

(Bridge)

I'd really love to sing a classical song or two at the Opera House
And sound like Pavarotti, la la la la la la, la la la la la

(Bridge) x 2

Repeat 1st stanza, repeat 4th stanza, bridge.

Recording here.


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Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook
From: Stewie
Date: 19 Oct 21 - 11:06 PM

CROCODILE RIVER
(Stephen Pigram)

Ah the Sunday smell of pizza at the Five Rivers Club tonight
Is shattered by a disco of red and blue lights
Hear the sirens wailing, the cops hot on the tail of a
Busted Hilux doin’ fifty, tryin’ to get away and
It’s six miles to the old town and a whole six back again
Maybe he’ll run ‘em outta fuel before they run ‘im into jail
And all the town is watching, it’s on for young ’n old
Dis mellow drama in Five Rivers, the car chase in slo mo

He’s up a crocodile river on a moonless night
Tryin’ to shine a light on those red beady eyes
In a dinghy with no paddle on a turning tide
At the mercy of a salty, ah such is life

Well we used to spray weed for the APB
Now secret agent orange is investigating me
In a rainbow river take a bogey every night
And bring home more than the pay to the darlin’ wife

Up that crocodile river on a moonless night
Tryin’ to shine a light on those red beady eyes
In a dinghy with no paddle on a turning tide
At the mercy of a salty, ah such is life

Well Ned and Ben were talkin’ tough on who would right the wrongs
Who would stand and fight and who was gonna run
Are you gonna hold the candle or you gonna hold the gun?
When there ain’t no use in waking if your dreaming’s done

They’re up a crocodile river on a moonless night
Tryin’ to shine a light on those red beady eyes
In a dinghy got no paddle on a turning tide
At the mercy of a salty, ah such is life

From his 'Wanderer' album. Lyrics as printed in album booklet.

Youtube clip

--Stewie.


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Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook
From: Sandra in Sydney
Date: 15 Oct 21 - 06:51 AM

Life does get in the way. So much to do, & only one lifetime -

Several months back I wrote a list of Stuff To Do on yellow sheet of paper - in black marker pen - so I wouldn't lose it in all the white paper - a few things got crossed off (pats self on back!)

list got lost (oops)

so I wrote another on green paper - crossed off one or 2 ...

green list got lost ... yellow list has risen to the top , & I can see green list on my desk, hmmm might need to look at them & consolidate on the piece of blue paper that has also surfaced.

maybe

sandra

Reminder to our fans - if you want copies of the spreadsheets giving access to the collection, one for Aug-Dec 20, the other for 21 to date, please PM me. If you aren't a member, email joe@mudcat.org - subject OZ/NZ songbook & he can pass on your details. (thanks, Joe!)


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Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook
From: rich-joy
Date: 15 Oct 21 - 03:08 AM

Glad you think so, Joe!! (we try :)

I think both Stewie and I are still flat out with other Life stuff, but fully intend getting back to the Oz-Kiwi material (there's A LOT still to go, after all - LoL!)
Meanwhile, at least Sandra is doing a valiant job holding the fort on her lonesome.

I keep hoping to see some other names posting, but ..... sigh .....


Cheers,
R-J (who has joined The Seniors brigade now - double "sigh" ...... :)


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Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook
From: Joe Offer
Date: 14 Oct 21 - 08:47 PM

Ahhhh. The click that refreshes. Somebody was looking for this thread, which is one of the most interesting threads we've had in years.


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Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook
From: Sandra in Sydney
Date: 10 Oct 21 - 08:58 AM

THE DEATH OF LES DARCY - collected from Joseph C. Caines of Nyngan by historian Marion Dormer of Collie.
Sung to the tune of Back home on Tennessee which was first published in 1915. Here's the crackly 1915 gramophone record sung by Collins & Harlen with music written by Walter Donaldson & lyrics by William Jerome

Words from an article by John Meredith, published in Strinybark & Greenhide 2(4), p.4 1980s

Have you heard it?
Have you heard it?
Les Darcy's dead they say.
He died on the 24th of May.
Broken hearted
When he parted
From this sunny shore
Dad and Mother,
Sis & Brother
Saw his face no more.
In Maitland Cemetery,
There lies poor Les Darcy,
His mother's only boy,
His sister's pride and joy.
How I longed for the night
To see Les Darcy fight -
How he beats them
Almost eats them,
Every Saturday night.
The critics by the score,
They say they never saw
A boy like Les before
Upon the Stadium floor.
Some says that he's a skiter
But he proved himself a fighter;
But they gave him dope
And he gave them hope
And he died in the U.S.A.

as I found several songs with similar names, I asked Ralph Pride if the 1915 music fitted. Ralph is responsible for the song & tune books put out by BMC's Concert Party over the decades, and has scanned old BMC archival material and converted recorded material to modern formats.

It fits if you’re good at jigsaw puzzles. It’s a nice old fashioned raggy tune. I could write it out if you think it’s worth a couple of hours effort.
I’ve filed it all away in my steadily evolving song collection.
Cheers, Ralph


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Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook
From: Sandra in Sydney
Date: 28 Sep 21 - 10:14 AM

JUST A LITTLE LEFT by Daniel Kelly 2020

video

Just [G] because your gonna vote for Bernie [D] Sanders
Doesn’t [C] mean that you’re a fan of Mao [G] Zedong,
And [G] believing in fair and living [C] wages,
Doesn’t [D] mean you think that enterprise is [G] wrong.

[A C] little to the left, just a [Bm] little to the [C] left,
You [G] only have to move a [D] little to the left,
The world can be [C] kind and fair,
[Bm] With just a little [C] care,
All you [C] have to do is [D] move a little [G] left,

Jeff Bezos doesn’t need 100 billion,
He could probably get by with one or two,
When there are people working who cannot break even,
It seems pretty clear what we should do.

You don’t have to cast your lot with Che Guevara,
Don’t have to tear the whole damn system down,
Trump will tell you that the democrats are commies,
But that’s clearly just the ravings of a clown.

You’re not a traitor if you care about the forest,
Or want to keep the skies and rivers clean,
We can have industry as well as social conscience,
Just ask IKEA they will tell you what I mean,


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Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook
From: Sandra in Sydney
Date: 28 Sep 21 - 10:11 AM

CRUSH THE UNION words © Daniel Kelly

video

In [G] January of [D] two thousand [G] eighteen
Transport [C] workers [D] conditions were [G] obscene
[C] Salaries replaced by [D] contract
[Bm] Overtime out of [Em] control,
And [C] ten years without real increase in [D] pay

[C] Crush the Union, [G] Crush the Union
[G] You don’t have the right to [D] strike,
We’ll pay you [G] what we damn well [D] like,
Make [C] worker’s rights a relic of the [D] past,
[C] Crush the Union, [G] Crush the Union,
[G] Capital has [D] won the war at [G] last.

The Union made the call to strike,
24 hours of no work was sure to bite,
Sydney Trains force back
To sit at the table,
To negotiate a fair and living wage,

Andrew Constance was ready for a fight,
Taking from the union what should be their right,
To the commission he did go,
Lawyers in a row,
Fair Work such an ironic name,

Brisbane 1912 they wore a badge with pride,
Union members should never have to hide,
10,000 in King George Square,
Union power in the air,
They fought with courage for their right.

Up the Union, Up the Union,
We will keep our right to strike,
A fair wage is our right,
Worker’s together to the last,
Up the Union, Up the Union,
Solidarity our message from the past,


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Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook
From: Sandra in Sydney
Date: 28 Sep 21 - 10:08 AM

CLIMATE CHANGERS words © Daniel Kelly

video

[G] Well you may not believe in [C] climate [G] change,
But you [C] surely [G] concede that the [Am] weather’s been [D] strange.
The [G] Snow in the Spring as the [C] fires they [G] burn,
[C] Hailstones [G] fall and the [D] hurricanes [G] turn.

[C] Do something, do something [G] now,
I don’t [Am] really care [G] what,
And I [C] can’t tell you [D] how,
The [G] planet she [C] needs us to,
[C] Turn things [G] around,
Or [C] humanities [G] future, will be [D] dust in the [G] ground

It don’t really count if you share Greta’s tweets,
Or like it when movie stars change what they eat,
It has to be action, that real and concrete,
The kinds that others, will see in the street   

Recycle your garbage, and plant out a tree,
If you’re really excited, you might just plant three
Ride your cycle to work, if it isn’t too far,
To offset the pollution you made in your car.

But don’t get too cocky about things that you’ve done,
Remember that life, is supposed to be fun,
If you use your actions to judge and to shame,
The others you hurt, will not join in our game.

I don’t really think that our house is on fire,
Or that all politicians should be sent to the pyre,
We are all to blame, for our ignorant greed,
Instead of caring together, for our mother in need.


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Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook
From: Sandra in Sydney
Date: 18 Sep 21 - 11:48 PM

I've just been listening to The People Have Songs, Miguel Heatwole's celebration of singing sessions, double CD issued in 2001, & love this song sung by Frank Moore.
Daintry Frank – a mate of Simon’s from up north – was one of those discoveries that make folk festivals so worthwhile. I’ve not seen any of the films he’s in but oh, what a voice!
If you want to hear Daintree Frank's version (I also love that voice!) the CD is available from Miguel tracks are also available on bandcamp

METHO MAN by Graeme Connors

video - Graeme Connors singing Metho Man

On the edge of the mangrove, down by Casey’s hole
There lives the Metho Man
Beneath rusting wrought iron, a fire’s burning low
There lives the Metho Man

CHORUS
Come my beauty and dance
They’re playing the Varsovienna
Come my beauty and drink
Drink to the memory of a younger man’s dreams

Late at night you can hear them float by on the wind
The songs of the Metho Man
His voice at times booming, sometimes high and thin
The songs of the Metho Man

CHORUS

My Grandfather knew him, from his time on the rails
Said he was real quiet, always kept to himself
On the edge of the mangrove, down by Casey's Hole
There died the Metho Man
They say he just fell asleep in the flames
And there died the Metho Man

CHORUS x 2


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Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook
From: Sandra in Sydney
Date: 15 Sep 21 - 06:28 AM

VERY URGENT BUSINESS PROPOSAL FROM NIGERIA © Bruce Watson, April 22 2020. Bruce Watson Music

video - Very urgent business proposal from Nigeria 30 New Songs in 30 Days - a Covid-19 Social Isolation Project. Song 22

Dear Mister Sir Madam,

I most humbly send you my greetings, Dearest Blessed One.

I understand that this message will come to you as a surprising, but I have some private highly urgent business to be done. With due humility and respect, I write to you of this proposal, though this note is unexpected because you not knowing me.

My name is Joseph Baraghan and I seek your cooperation. I found your contact details in your country’s directory. I am a close confidant of the former chief of staff of the daughter of the late Prince Motu of Blessed Memory. You may have heard that the Prince and his closest aide-de-camp were killed in Benin’s civil war by the rebel military. Following his assassinated, his daughter miraculously escaped, till she finally arrival in Nigeria. She smuggled out two trunks which held a large amount of cash which she has deposited anonymously for a strictly limited period.

In strictest confidence I can advice you that this cash amount is more than $US18 million. She is now desirous to emigrate to your country with these funds, due to the stable situation with which country’s blessed. So I seek a foreign partner who will assist with the transfer, and be a respected guardian of these funds which will in the future be invested. I believe you are the trustworthy, and a fit and proper person to investment of this sum.

If you are willing to assist, please reply to this email as soon as you can possible, as time is of excess. Moreover you are requested to kindly send the following details: Your full name, nominated bank account details, and address.

Needless to say, the trust reposed in you at this juncture is substantial. In return, you shall receiving recompense. I please advise, you will receive 15 per cent of the total, and you need only send £200 to cover the expense. When I received your reply I will send you the document that will legal you to have complete access to these funds. Your earliest response will be highly appreciable to assist my worthy client in the problem she confronts. Please kindly assure me that you will act strictly accordingly to my instructions as I have stated above herein. Please to expedite your action or I will seek another partner, as my client’s situation requires urgent to begin.

My identity must not be revealed to any other party and strict confidentiality is required.

I remain sincerely yours, humbly in Christ

Joseph Baraghan, Esquire.


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Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook
From: Sandra in Sydney
Date: 15 Sep 21 - 06:23 AM

AUSTRALIA'S LOST LANGUAGES © Bruce Watson 2009

In 1788 Australia had over 250 languages. Fewer than half are still spoken and on current trends almost all will cease to be spoken in a generation if nothing is done to save them now. Each language contains a universe of knowledge, wisdom and culture — the voice of humanity. Some people are doing fabulous work to sustain and revive languages. This song lists just a few of our lost languages.

Note on music: Musical notation has not been provided for this song because the words are spoken against the musical background of alternating chords.


[Am] Ngunawal, Gunditjmara, Burduna, Kuring-gai,
[G] Wathawurrung, Gayiri, Bunurong, Manangkarri,
[Am] Jiwarli, Kuyani, Nuenonne, Dhuduroa,
[G] Peramangk, Birladapa, Wakaya, Taungurong,
[Am] Wadi Wadi, Damala, Yaralde, Ngawun,
[G] Bidjigal, Yorta Yorta, Warungu, Plangermaireener,
[Am] Kaurna, Binikura, Nauo, Djabwurung,
[G] Daruk, Gugu Muluriji, Amangu, Eora,
[Am] Ladji Ladji, Awabakal, Garawa, Yangman,
[F#m] Nukunu, Bandjin, Nyawaygi, Darkinjung,
[Em] Parnkalla, Ayabadhu, Paredarerme, Jardwadjai,
[Am] Tyerrernotepanner, Worimi, Duulngari, Gulidjan,
[G] Bidjara, Angkamuthi, Doolboong, Walgalu,
[Am] Mingin, Barrow Point, Djiru, Djadjawurrung,
[F#m] Nganyaywana, Yukgul, Dharawal, Nhuwala,
[Em] Warnarrang, Ngarigo, Kalaamaya, Dhirari,
[Am] Tatungalung, Muruwari, Thiin, Yaburarra,
[G] Lairmairrener, Wanamara, Bidawal, Bangerang,
[Am] Kwat Kwat, Brabralung, Bugurnidja, Jurruru,
[G] Djilamatang, Djirringany, Woiwurrung.[Am]


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Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook
From: Sandra in Sydney
Date: 15 Sep 21 - 06:15 AM

SONG FOR LEONARD Words © Bruce Watson, (Tune: Suzanne, Leonard Cohen) Bruce Watson Music

bandcamp

I am a Cohen addict. I called my first guitar Suzanne! I wrote this to sing for a group of friends who used to get together to sing for each other. There were only two rules: 1. No Leonard Cohen; 2. Especially no Suzanne. A challenge I couldn’t resist!

Leonard Cohen brings you down to the depths of depression,
You can listen to him for hours, you can spend the night just crying,
And you know he'll send you crazy, that's why you want to stop it,
And you start to slash your wrists and hang yourself from the ceiling,
And just when you start believing that this world you're finally leaving,
Then somebody stops the record, and you feel a little better,
'Cause his songs are so depressing.

Refrain:
And you want to smash the record,
And destroy the record player,
But you know that you can't do it,
'Cause he's destroyed the very fabric of your mind.


Now, the only thing that's worse than all those hours of Leonard Cohen
Is to spend a long time listening to all his imitators going
Through all those incomprehensible songs like Suzanne and So Long Marianne,
Who think that all men should be Cohen freaks and sing all songs in A minor,
Their guitars should all be broken, they should be banished to New Zealand,
They're disgusting, not quite human — they should sink into the ocean
Like a stone.

Refrain:
And they want to travel with you,
And they want to travel blind,
But you know you shouldn‘t let them,
They'll destroy the very fabric of your mind.
Of your mind,
Of your mind,
(Repeat, getting crazier, until you explode)


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Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook
From: Sandra in Sydney
Date: 15 Sep 21 - 06:03 AM

THE RULES OF ENGLISH © Bruce Watson. Bruce Watson Music

video - The Rules of English

bandcamp

This offering is based on the late William Safire’s Rules for Writers, extrapolated and set to music.

Now when I was a boy one was taught English grammar
These days standards have gone down the drain
We had it banged into us, with an unsubtle hammer
And it’s firmly lodged into my brain
There’s a million mistakes that you see people make
Now and then there’s an absolute whopper
So here’s a few tips to avoid future slips
To help you all speak and write proper:

Chorus:
Be sure to never split an infinitive
Don’t use no double negatives
And never generalise, that’s a rule you see everyone break!
Be clear as a bell, profread everythnig well
Be more or less specific, don’t be vague
And (last but not least) avoid clichés like the plague!

It’s incumbent upon us to eschew obfuscation
And where feasible to employ the vernacular
Never use a big word when a diminutive one would suffice
And understatement is absolutely spectacular
Use language that’s inclusive of all men
And here’s something else you should know
The use of foreign words is just not de rigeur
Nor is it apropos

Chorus

Always avoid awkward annoying
Unattractive affected alliteration
Avoidification of George Bushian neologisms
Will strengthenify your prosification
If you see a mixed metaphor take the bull by the horns
And knock it right off of its perch
And vary your words variously
So that you use various words

Chorus

Exaggeration is a trillion zillion times worse
Than just stating the plain simple facts
And use words correctly, irregardless of what others do
To show you’ve got the language knack
The passive voice should always be avoided
Heed should be taken of that suggestion
And what I now ask of all of you is:
“Who needs rhetorical questions?”


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Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook
From: Sandra in Sydney
Date: 15 Sep 21 - 05:59 AM

CAPTAIN MOONLITE - A LOVE STORY © Bruce Watson

https://brucewatsonmusic.bandcamp.com/track/captain-moonlite-a-love-story

Andrew George Scott led a chequered life, eventually becoming a bushranger under the moniker of Captain Moonlite. His career ended when he took hostages in a siege which resulted in several deaths. His dying wish to be buried next to his lover James Nesbit was not granted, but 100 years later there was a successful campaign to have his bones disinterred and reburied at the Gundagai Cemetery where he now lies near James, under a beautiful gum tree.

Tomorrow I will step up to the gallows
I only ask you grant me one last wish for when I’m gone
I’m a man who’s done wrong, I will face the fiery flames
All I ask is to be laid beside my true love, dear young James

Chorus:
May we lay together, side by side, my friend
May we rest in peace

I did the crime, I served my time in Pentridge
Seven years for robbery and other deeds besides
But I treasure that time yet, for it’s there that we two met
To never part again till he lay in my arms and died

Chorus

Well the traps they gave us no peace back in Melbourne
So me and James and a few young men, we headed for the bush
Captain Moonlite and his gang raising hell across the land
Till we met our match at Wantabadgery, up past Gundagai
When that squatter said move on, well my patience it was gone
So we drew our guns and bailed them up, we would fight or we would die

Chorus

When the troopers came my young boys fought so bravely
Poor Gus was only 15, and they shot him in the side
But when I saw my James lying there where he was slain
I lay my head upon his breast, I kissed him, and I cried
Chorus

Tomorrow I will step up to the gallows
I will pray for God’s forgiveness and whisper my love’s name
On my finger is a ring that I will wear unto my grave
It is woven from a lock of the hair of my dear James

Chorus (twice)
May we lay together


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Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook
From: Sandra in Sydney
Date: 15 Sep 21 - 05:42 AM

THE MAN AND THE WOMAN AND THE EDISON PHONOGRAPH © Bruce Watson Bruce Watson Music

video of Bruce recording onto a wax cylinder on an Edison Phonograph Recorded on 18 April 2014 at the National Folk Festival in Canberra by the National Film and Sound Archive.

bandcamp recorded with Fannie Cochrane's descendant Ronnie Summers

Fanny Cochrane Smith was born on Flinders Island in Bass Strait in 1834. She was the last speaker of Tasmanian Language, and the last keeper of their songs and stories following the Tasmanian genocide of the 19th Century. Whether she really was the last full blood Tasmanian or not is academic. There is a vibrant Aboriginal community in Tasmania today, among whom are many descendants of Fanny’s own 11 children. The recording of this song is sung with Tasmanian Aboriginal Elder Ronnie Summers.

There’s a photo on a wall in a museum in Hobart, it was taken in October of 1903
Of a woman and a man with an Edison phonograph, recording her songs of the land and the sea
There’s a button on the wall there next to the photo, if you press it you can hear the ghosts of her songs
As they echo through the halls of that museum in Hobart, a scratchy reminder of all we’ve done wrong

Chorus:
The man and the woman and the Edison phonograph, salvaging pieces of song,
White man’s black cylinder, the story of progress, the song lives on, but the singers are gone.

Not yet 50 years since white man first settled she was born on an island in Bass Strait’s cruel seas,
Where the few who remained of her people were herded, and left there to die of despair and disease.
And at 7 she was taken from her mother and family to work as a servant and be taught about God,
But she still learnt the old ways, the songs and the stories, and with old Truganini she’d go bush for food,

Bridge:
And after Truganini, the scientists descended. Was Fanny Smith now the last of her race?
The futile debates it seemed never ended, as they took her dimensions and examined the shape of her face.

Chorus

And the man in the photo was born to an immigrant, he married a woman of inherited wealth,
And he lived in a mansion overlooking the harbour, worked hard for their business, did well for himself.
And in time he became a gentleman of leisure and developed an interest in the native folks’ ways,
He collected and catalogued those cultural treasures, archived and referenced for future display.

Bridge
He was a member of the Royal Society, propertied wealth, a man of propriety.
She and her people were torn from their land, betrayed, dislocated, dissected - according to plan,
But they came together through song.

There’s a photo on a wall in a museum in Hobart, it was taken in October of 1903,
Of a woman and a man with an Edison phonograph, recording her songs of the land and the sea.

And the man had a son, who in turn had a son,
Who in turn had a son, who was me.

And the woman had a son, who in turn had a daughter
Who in turn had a son, who in turn had a son, and the next one was me)


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Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook
From: Sandra in Sydney
Date: 15 Sep 21 - 05:33 AM

LANDLUBBER'S SHANTY © Bruce Watson Bruce Watson Music

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Like all my songs, this is a true story, inspired by a rather unpleasant sailing experience.

I'll tell you of a story, lads, that happened once to me,
HEAVE, HAUL, HO, AND OPEN UP WIDE,
Of the only time that I went out upon the briny sea,
HEAVE FROM YOUR STOMACHS, LADS, AND CHUNDER OVER THE SIDE.

As I went out one Sunday arvo on Port Phillip Bay,
HEAVE....
The Captain said, "She's blowing lads, we'll get some waves today,
HEAVE....

My friends had all impressed on me how sailing was so easy,
If that's the case, excuse me asking why I feel so queasy?

While looking at the sea so green my face was getting greener,
Whoops! I didn't make it to the side, we'll have to call the cleaner!

The First Mate and the Skipper said the boat was going beautiful,
But I grew more in need of some assistance pharmaceutical.

I wanted to be like those men at sea, who all go, "Arrrghh!"
But when I tried to go like that it seemed to come out, "Yeuargh"

The Captain said, "Now heave that yard-arm mizzen to the tops'l",
I says, Bollocks to your bulwarks, man, you can stick it up your fo'c's'le!"

Well, finally we made for home, returned to terra firma,
I says, "The firmer it is the less terror there'll be," and went off without a murmur.

The owl and the pussycat went to sea in a beautiful pea-green craft,
But now I've had a go myself, I reckons they was daft!


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Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook
From: Sandra in Sydney
Date: 15 Sep 21 - 05:29 AM

BAD ABBOTT - © Bruce Watson, to the tune of Billy Field's 1980s hit 'Bad Habits'. Bruce Watson Music

video - Bad Abbott

Tony Abbott was, for our sins, Australia’s 28th Prime Minister from 2013 to 2015. He is now an adviser to the UK Board of Trade. Lucky UK!


Can’t help himself – Bad Abbott
He’s running wild, lost control
It’s a shame to see that our poor country
Is governed by –   Bad Abbott

Says he’ll stop the boats, just to get the votes
Says those people smugglers must be stopped
But what’s far, far uglier – is his own budgie smugglers
Can’t help himself   –   Bad Abbott

Well it’s clear he isn’t … a suppository of all wisdom
But he’s a bottom feeder much in need of class
Well that ill-considered quote really hit a bum note
And it shows Bad Abbott talks out of his arse

Well he promised us that there’d be no cuts
To health, education, pensions or the ABC
Well if I may be so blunt, the man’s an utter conundrum
Can’t help himself   –   Bad Abbott

He ignored the facts with the carbon tax
And he’s an un-reconstructed misogynist
I’d be happier at least if he’d ended up a priest
But instead we got a      Bad Abbott
Yes my mind would be at peace if he’d ended up a priest
But instead we got a      Bad Abbott


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Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook
From: Sandra in Sydney
Date: 15 Sep 21 - 05:22 AM

Pauline © Bruce Watson (Tune: Jolene, Dolly Parton) Bruce Watson Music

video- Pauline

Pauline Hanson is a crazy right-wing Australian politician. For songwriters and satirists she is the gift that just keeps giving!

Chorus:   
Pauline, Pauline, Pauline, Pauline
You’re bigoted, you’re racist and inane
Pauline, Pauline, Pauline, Pauline
I`m begging of you Pauline, please explain.

You’re ignorant beyond compare, your flaming locks of bright red hair
Don’t hide the fact that you’re so cruel and mean.
Your smile is like a breath of hate, your voice is like a thumbnail grating
On a blackboard – but you’d prefer a whiteboard, eh, Pauline!

You think that it’s really no big deal that you’re so xenophobic
Homophobic and halalophobic too.
I’m sick and tired and fed up with you being sick and tired and fed up
With everyone who’s different from you.

Chorus

You don’t fool me, I’m no chump, One Nation’s just a racist rump
You’re Australia’s own Donald Trump, Pauline.
You say on the loo we should sit, that squatting’s not appropriate
You’re really such a shining wit, Pauline. (Spoken: – that was a spoonerism)

You say that we’ll be swamped by Asians but don’t acknowledge white invasion
Stole this land from those who were here first.
You’re fine with kosher, but not halal, you’re uninformed and so banal
If I get any angrier I’ll burst.

Chorus


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Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook
From: JennieG
Date: 15 Sep 21 - 03:03 AM

Another song about Arafura is 'Arafura Pearl' by Ali Mills. I can't readily find the words online, but I'm sure they are there somewhere!


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Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook
From: Stewie
Date: 14 Sep 21 - 11:25 PM

BY THE ARAFURA SEA
(Eric Bogle)

When the warm tropic winds blow down from the north
I fancy I can taste the salt sea spray
And smell once more the sweet hibiscus bloom
Hear the rustling of the palm trees as they sway
And in another time, in another place
I'm a young man again I used to be
When I fell in love with the Tiwi girl
By the Arafura Sea

Her soft dark skin was velvet to the touch
Her eyes were black as coal
And in those eyes I sometimes glimpsed
A wise and ancient soul
The moon and the stars caught in her hair
And lit a path to infinity
When I made love to my Tiwi girl
By the Arafura Sea

Too soon the money and the jobs moved on
And as a slave to both then so did I
Though I swore to her that one day I would return
She knew it far beyond man's careless lies
So sure of her world, so sure of her place
She would not go away with me
And so I left my Tiwi girl
By the Arafura Sea

When the warm tropic winds blow down from the north
To my home here in the dry dusty south
Those old memories that those north winds bring
Are bitter sweet ashes in my mouth
But the bitterness is just a vain regret
The sweet dust somehow comforts me
When I think of my Tiwi girl
By the Arafura Sea

Youtube clip

--Stewie.


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Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook
From: Sandra in Sydney
Date: 07 Sep 21 - 07:02 AM

I AM THE VERY MODEL OF A MODERN FOREIGN MINISTER, Words © Bruce Watson (Tune Arthur Sullivan) Bruce Wa

https://brucewatsonmusic.bandcamp.com/track/i-am-the-very-model-of-a-modern-foreign-minister

video- The D’Oyly Carte Opera Company

Andrew Downer was Australian’s from 1996 to 2007. He was quite a character.

I am the very model of a modern foreign minister,
My name is Alexander, and I’m not the least bit sinister,
I trot around the globe to proudly represent Australia,
I got the job ’cos as a party head I was a faili-ure.

My Mummy and my Daddy gave me such a dandy start in life,
They introduced me early to the joys of Liberal Party life,
I really am a pillock — (whoops, a pillar) of Adelaide society,
I’m cuddly as a teddy bear — that’s why you all desire me!

I can name the states of Africa in order alphabetical,
I never answer questions that are purely hypothetical.
In short, across the Commonwealth, from Canberra to Westminister,
I am the very model of a modern foreign minister.

I am the very model of a modern foreign diplomat,
Take any third world country I can say precisely where it’s at,
I’ve met with all their leaders and I get on just a treat with them,
They call me Alexander, which is really rather sweet of them.

Those nasty pasty terrorists will soon no longer trouble you,
’Cos me and Little Johnny are such mates with old George W,
I’ll fight that war on terror, I’ll be strong, I won’t be lenient,
Except in certain circumstances where it’s not convenient.

With rhetoric impressive my opponents I deflate ’em,
I can quote the words of Gladstone and of Churchill all verbatim.
In short, across the Commonwealth, from Canberra to Westminister,
I am the very model of a modem foreign minister.

I am the very model of a cocktail party animal,
With huge expense account, although my impact is quite minimal,
My overwhelming charm I use in full and frank discussi-ons,
And when I stuff it up I just ignore the repercussi-ons.

I’ve an extraordinary grasp of international relati-ons,
In tough negotiati-ons I show a lot of pati-ence,
I deal so diplomatically with problems I confront (you see),
That the leaders of the world they say to me, “What a great count-ery!”

I initiate initiatives completely ineffectual,
But that’s of no concern to me because I’m so cute and sexual.
In short, across the Commonwealth, from Canberra to Westminister,
I am the very model of a modern foreign minister.


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Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook
From: Sandra in Sydney
Date: 07 Sep 21 - 06:43 AM

AMAZON © Bruce Watson Bruce Watson Music

video - Amazon
bandcamp

This tragic loss of forests continues. The song has been recorded by several artists including Eric Bogle. It won the Declan Affley memorial Songwriting Award at the 1990 Australian National Folk Festival in Kuranda.

Chorus:
In the time it takes to sing this song,
There’ll be four acres cleared in the Amazon.

The jungle burns all through the night,
They say you can see it from a satellite.
The smoke's so thick for miles around,
They have to close the airports down.
The green of the jungle turns to ?aming red,
As another cattle ranch gets the go-ahead.
Now hamburgers grow where the forest once stood,
Somehow I get the feeling that we've all been fooled.

Chorus

I heard a man on the TV say
That if they take the forest away
The world will be ruined, our future will go,
He's a Kayapo, so he should know.
But this very same man still cuts down trees,
For him it's a question of necessity,
A family to feed, and he must pay the rent,
But when you add it all up it just doesn't make sense.

Chorus

I heard about a man called Chico Mendes,
He fought the cattle ranchers head to head,
He taught the rubber-tappers to stand up and fight,
To protect the forest, to protect their rights.
But the ranchers had their claims to lay,
They wouldn't let a conservationist stand in their way,
One night at his home they took him unawares –
Forty bullets in the back for Chico Mendes.

Instrumental (first half of verse)

(Repeat second half of Verse One)

Chorus

Now hamburgers grow where the forest once stood,
Another twenty years it might be gone for good


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Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook
From: Sandra in Sydney
Date: 07 Sep 21 - 06:18 AM

THE BEANIE SING © Bruce Watson 2010. Bruce Watson Music

video -The Beanie Song at Humph Hall, with a singing, beanie wearing audience

Bruce sang this one winter night at my folk club, The Loaded Dog in 2010 & took pics of members wearing beanies as he was collecting photos at the time. As always, I was wearing a hat, not a beanie, so I sent him a pic of one of my bears wearing a lovely felt beanie & if you don't blink you can see it!

Way way back around the dawn of time
When humans stepped out of the primordial slime
First they invented clothes then they invented the hat
Then someone said, "You can do better than that!"

Chorus:
You gotta have a beanie (You gotta have a beanie)
You gotta have a beanie (You gotta have a beanie)
You gotta have a beanie
Put it on your head

You can make 'em out of polar fleece or make 'em out of wool
You can make' em out of felt, which is really really cool
You can weave 'em, you can knot' em, they can even be crocheted
If you've got yourself a beanie, you've really got it made

Chorus

Now, every year in June way out in Alice Springs
They have a beanie festival, and oh what joy it brings
But Alice is so far to go for folks like you and me
So now we've got a festival right here in Torquay

Chorus

What do you call a beanie that's past its prime?
A has-beanie
What do you call a beanie designed by Paris Hilton?
A wanna beanie
What do you call a beanie that's been cooked and put into a can?
A baked beanie

Bridge:
I don't adore a fedora
A trilby doesn't thrill me
A beret isn't very good - compared to a beanie
A sombrero I won't wear, oh
A panama's anathema
A turban's so suburban - compared to a beanie

Chorus

So if you've listened to my story, to all the things I've said
You'll get yourself a beanie, and put it on your head
They're every shape and size, from a house to a zucchini
And an itsy bitsy teenie weenie yellow polka dot beanie

Chorus


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Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook
From: Sandra in Sydney
Date: 07 Sep 21 - 06:00 AM

THE OLD BUSH DANCE © Bruce Watson. Bruce Watson Music

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video - with the Emu Creek Band, 1998

Old time dances are one of the most delightful parts of Australian folk culture. This song is sung to two slightly adapted traditional tunes: the Old Valetta Waltz and the beautiful Spanish Waltz.

It’s Saturday night in a small country town,
The women squeeze into their long flowing gowns,
The men swap their overalls for a tie and a suit,
Round up the kids, and it’s off in the ute.
At the hall ladies glide through the still summer air,
As the young and the old dance away the week’s cares,
Chasséeing, swinging and clapping their hands,
As they sway to the tunes of the accordion band.

Chorus:
They played, they played, those fingers danced lightly,
The notes cascade, we all danced so sprightly,
Those far off days, those Saturday nights,
When we danced the Waltz Cotillions & the Polka Quadrille.
(Instrumental - same tune as chorus)

It’s “Take your partners, please,” says the caller once more,
As the weary hot couples find their way to the floor,
For the Alberts Quadrille and the Waltz Country Dance,
A short introduction, then up strikes the band.
Young couples dance closely, some awkward and shy,
As the mothers and fathers keep a close watchful eye,
The kids weave and dart like a flock of galahs,
As the music drifts up through the night to the stars.

Chorus and instrumental

Now it’s karaoke bars and it’s poker machines,
For some people that’s what a good time out means,
Not for them the concertina, the banjo and bones,
The button accordion or the fiddle’s sweet tones.
Real music is people like you and me here,
Not woofers and tweeters and electronic gear.
So let’s sing and let’s dance for the music of old,
May it live on and on, may it shine through like gold.

Chorus and instrumental


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Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook
From: Sandra in Sydney
Date: 07 Sep 21 - 05:47 AM

it must be Christmas! Bruce Watson just sent me his promised list of songs - 25 of them, & only one has been posted - Reedy River Still flows, winner of the Bush Music Club 2014 Diamond Jubilee Song Competition, posted 28th Dec 2020.

THE THREE LIVES OF SHIRLEY ANDREWS, (Tune: Mudgee Waltz), © Bruce Watson Bruce Watson Music

video

Shirley Andrews was Australia's foremost authority on traditional social dance. She was also a driving force behind the 1967 referendum on Aboriginal rights, and a bio-chemist who made a significant contribution to the treatment of bi-polar disorder. The tune for this song is the Mudgee Waltz, a traditional Australian dance tune that Shirley danced to many many times.

Chorus:
She danced with all her heart and she showed us how
She fought for people’s rights, speaking strong and loud
And she showed us what a woman in science can do
We thank you so much, Shirley Andrews

As a young girl she saw Pavlova on the stage
Lit a fire in her heart from an early age
She wrote the bible of Australian folk dance
She’d be up on that dance floor when she had half a chance

Chorus

When she saw injustice she stood up to fight it
Racism was rife — she vowed to right it
She led the campaign in ’67 when all Australians were asked
To recognise our First Peoples as equals at last

Chorus

In the face of male bias she showed her defiance
She shone as a woman in the men’s world of science
Her research into lithium was so thorough and so clever
That it changed mental health care forever


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Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook
From: Sandra in Sydney
Date: 29 Aug 21 - 08:50 AM

THE PORK BARREL SONG by of former Mudcatter Chris Maltby 2021 – Tune: “Travelling Down the Castlereagh”
Written for the 8th John Dengate Memorial Get Together,
video of the entire Zoom concert Chris's contribution starts about 1.01:

My name it is Scott Morrison, I like to speak in tongues,
There’s nothing I like better than slithering up the rungs
But when it comes to leadership, I haven’t got a clue
So to win the next election boys, I’ll tell you what I’ll do:

Pork, boys, pork – there’s not the smallest doubt,
We’ll need a lot of pork or we’ll be voted out
I’ll whistle up Josh Friedenberg, he also loves a lurk
And we’ll gussy up the budget for a bit more pork.

There’s always an inducement or a scam a vote to buy,
Building women’s change rooms or car parks in the sky
Bridget’s got a spreadsheet all black, blue and pink
To identify the marginals and cover up the stink.

And it’s cash, boys, cash – there’s never any doubt,
Announce loads of cash or we’ll be voted out
It’s easy making promises when you rarely have to pay
Just don’t forget the donors and you’ll be OK.

Now if there is a crisis, well I don’t hold a hose
Quarantine or vaccines you can stick ‘em up your nose
I’ll just make more announcements, they’ll never seem to stop
I’ve got a new one ready whenever any flop.

And it’s dodge, boys, dodge – there’s never any doubt,
I can’t be held responsible or I’ll be voted out
I’ll background all the media, and other clever lurks
Rupert will protect me, that’s how the system works.

So he’s got a useless front bench and women he can’t stand,
It’s plunder and destruction all across the land
This sorry tale of Scummo, you know it’s bloody true,
Take my advice, just listen and I’ll tell you what to do.

So it’s shift, boys, shift – there isn’t the slightest doubt,
If you want a bloody future, you’ll have to vote him out
Go tell your friends and neighbours, use body, heart and soul
And remember on election day to dump him in a hole.


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Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook
From: rich-joy
Date: 28 Aug 21 - 04:17 AM

Good to know, John!!

R-J :)


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Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook
From: GUEST,John Flynn
Date: 28 Aug 21 - 02:04 AM

Re Posting by Stewie on 26 July - Cob & Co
This was also recorded by Dunedin Band "Bluegrass Expedition" on Kiwi Records SLC-146 "Settling In" (1976).

I'm still here regularly

John in Perth


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Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook
From: Sandra in Sydney
Date: 27 Aug 21 - 11:59 PM

spreadsheet no. 1, 625 songs alphabetically by title, Aug - Dec 20

spreadsheet no. 2, 390 songs by date from Jan 21

both spreadsheets give name of Catter, time & date posted & sheet number as we have 26 sheets on this thread


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Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook
From: rich-joy
Date: 27 Aug 21 - 11:36 PM

Well, good to know that We Three are in it for the long haul !!!
And JennieG reads everything - and hopefully GerryM too?!

But anyone else still visiting/reading???
And,
Anyone Else care to post any Aussie/Kiwi songs - pleeeeeze!


Sandra can send you the spreadsheet indices of what already exists in this thread (although I sadly admit to being behind in indexing from April 21 onwards :(   This turning 70 business puts added stresses on Life's Workload!!!

But sooooon!!!

Cheers, R-J


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Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook
From: Sandra in Sydney
Date: 27 Aug 21 - 10:16 PM

I haven't forgotten either, I'm collecting stuff - one project is 4 songs written in the 60s about the same event!


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Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook
From: Stewie
Date: 27 Aug 21 - 08:34 PM

R-J, my apologies for double posting. Before posting, I did an edit/find and it was not found. If I had removed 'Drover' from the title search, it would have found your post.

I too have been busy with other things, but will get back to posting some songs soon.

--Stewie.


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Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook
From: rich-joy
Date: 26 Aug 21 - 12:01 AM

Bugga. That "TAB" button gets me every time!

I was going to say that Chris Priestly seems to be going through his "back catalogue" at present and posting misc. recordings from earlier times. He has many excellent songs and stories and his website is well worth investigating :

https://www.youtube.com/user/chrisjpriestley/videos


R-J


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Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook
From: rich-joy
Date: 25 Aug 21 - 11:55 PM

Nice one, Stewie - very fond of this song. And lovely to sing along with (like so many Kiwi comps).

Consequently, I posted it as "Rainbird in the Tea Tree" on March 25th of this year :)
Which just goes to show that you can't keep a good song down, eh!!


I'm still a few weeks away from getting back to my intended/promised songposts here in this thread, as I'm still rather busy.

But some day soon ..... :)


Cheers, R-J

PS


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Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook
From: Stewie
Date: 25 Aug 21 - 08:58 PM

DROVER (RAINBIRD IN THE TEA-TREE)
(Peter Cape)

When the rainbird sings in the tea-tree
And there's cloud on the hills at the back
Look out your window and you'll see me
Riding down the track

I'll be droving a mob of black-polls
And me dogs'll be footsore and done
But I'll sing out as I go past your window
To show you, you're the one

It's a long drove out from the Puhoi
By Woodcocks and Kaipara Flat
And I'm sick of me oilskins and gumboots
And the rain belting down on my hat

Got a stock whip over my shoulder
And a plain golden ring in my pack
So perhaps when I get to your window
I'll be pulling in off the track

Lyrics as printed in 'An Ordinary Joker: the life & songs of Peter Cape'.

Youtube clip

--Stewie.


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Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook
From: Sandra in Sydney
Date: 24 Aug 21 - 09:08 PM

eek! I hit the wrong button - Petula singing 'Downtown' for those who need reminding of the tune!

Ralph lives in a large regional city that has not (yet?) had a lockdown, but as it is on a major highway & not far from other lockdowns, covids are probably eyeing the population.


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Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook
From: Sandra in Sydney
Date: 24 Aug 21 - 08:59 PM

The Lockdown Song - Sincere apologies to Tony Hatch from Ralph Pride. Tune: “Downtown” Petula Clark, 1964.


When you’re at home, and you are feeling so lonely
It’s because - you’re in ...... .........LOCK DOWN
Staring at walls and wandering aimlessly ‘round
Is so much fun - you’re in ..............LOCK DOWN
Listening to Gladys, on the telly listing cases
Of people in the hospital, with plumbing in their faces,
Gasping for breath...............Bloody near death !

Chorus:
But that will not happen to you –
You can forget all your troubles,
Forget all your cares, you’re in ...LOCK DOWN
You will be safe - you’re in .......LOCK DOWN
Socially distancing ................LOCK DOWN
No better place you can be........Lockdown......Lockdown

Stay home from work, no need to go anywhere
And it’s because - you’re in ......LOCK DOWN
Think about the money, you can save on the fare
And it’s because - you’re in ......LOCK DOWN
But you can still go out and have, a run around the city
But don’t you go too far away, it’s really such a pity,
They’ll send you back home.................Wearing your mask!

Isn’t it nice we can rely on the army
It’s because - you’re in ............LOCK DOWN
Keeping us safely far away from each other
It’s because - you’re in ............LOCK DOWN
If you’re quarantining and, don’t answer at the knocking
They’ll send around a Bushmaster, and copters chop, chop, chopping
Coming for you............. A big hefty fine!

When it’s all over, and we’re all out in clover
And we’re all - not in...................LOCK DOWN
We can go take a cab, because we’ve all had our jab
And we’re all - not in...................LOCK DOWN
We won’t have to go and get those, things stuck up our noses,
Tough about the ones who now are, pushing up the roses
They didn’t survive.................Where were their jabs?

Last Chorus: (sung softer & softer until you finish with a whisper)
But that did not happen to you,
So, forget all your troubles,
Forget all your cares, because.....LOCK DOWN
We were so safe, because...........LOCK DOWN
Socially distancing................LOCK DOWN
Wearing our masks, because.........LOCK DOWN
Staying at home, because...........LOCK DOWN
Jabs in our arms, because..........LOCK DOWN
Queued up for hours, for ...... ...LOCK DOWN
Swabs up our noses, and ...........LOCK DOWN
Bloody near destitute.................LOCKDOWN
etc.


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Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook
From: Stewie
Date: 01 Aug 21 - 10:45 PM

MY YOUNGEST SON CAME HOME TODAY
(Eric Bogle)

My youngest son came home today
His friends marched with him all the way
The flutes and drums beat out the time
As in his box of polished pine
Like dead meat on a butcher’s tray
My youngest son came home today

My youngest son was a fine young man
With a wife, a daughter and two sons
A man he would have lived and died
Til by a bullet sanctified
Now he’s a saint, or so they say
They brought their saint home today

Above the narrow Belfast streets
An Irish sky looks down and weeps
On children’s blood in gutters spilled
For dreams of freedom unfulfilled
As part of freedom’s price to pay
My youngest son came home today

My youngest son came home today
His friends marched with him all the way
The flutes and drums beat out the time
As in his box of polished pine
Like dead meat on a butcher’s tray
My youngest son came home today
And this time he’s home to stay

An old’un but a good’un related to the period of the ‘troubles’ in Ulster. From Eric’s ‘Scraps of Paper’ album.

Youtube clip

--Stewie.


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Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook
From: Stewie
Date: 27 Jul 21 - 09:25 PM

Fair point, Jennie. I didn't mind it. After almost 40 years exclusively collecting CDs, I have bought a new turntable and have been dipping into my extensive bluegrass vinyl collection. However, I primarily posted the link because I had never heard of the lass.

Given the price of vinyl records, I reckon I'll stick to purchasing CDs.

--Stewie.


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Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook
From: Sandra in Sydney
Date: 27 Jul 21 - 06:25 AM

WHAT IS IN DOCUMENT J? by Joe Fernside, 1954

audio - Joe singing it in the John Meredith Collection, NLA Oral History collection

Oh, what is this Document J?
That's what we ask today.
There's no-one knowin', says Justice Owen,
What's in Document J?

Oh, there is a dirty big spy,
He's got a big Yankee eye.
He's a workers' snob, his name is Bob,
Would that be in Document J?

They're selling us out to the yanks,
The marbled millionaire cranks;
They control our oil, our uranium spoil,
Would that be in Document J?

They sympathize with the Japs.
They're saying they're very good chaps.
For war they'll train, they'll addle the brain
Would that be in Document J?

The poor are all born to be slaves,
They work them to their graves.
Let us unite, defend our right,
Would that be in Document J?

Oh, we love our own native land,
But we don't like the rich robbers' hand.
We will cleave to the poor, for evermore,
Would that be in Document J?

I've been doing a bit of research recently into Document J which was a prominent item in the Petrov affair. It was written by an Australian journalist, Rupert Lockwood who was a member of the Communist Party, & was one of the papers brought out of the embassy by Petrov when he defected in 1954. The day it was declared secret by the Royal Commission, the Communist party printed copies of what Lockwood said was his original document, not the fake referred to in the Royal Commission! John Meredith was one of the members who sold copies for a shilling. Document J was of great interest to the Commission & the public, including Communist Party members so Joe, a bean farmer in Terrigal who was a Communist, wrote a song about it, & sent the words to John Meredith.

Lyrics & info from Keith McKenry's biography of John Meredith.

wikipedia reporting on Soviet espionage in Australia, aka Petrov affair

National library Public List (36 items) Research Question: In what ways was the Petrov Affair used as propaganda by various interests in Australia from 1954 to 1956?


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Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook
From: Sandra in Sydney
Date: 27 Jul 21 - 05:45 AM

Lionel Long's version is everywhere on youtube, but he was more a country singer than a folk singer.

extract from wikipedia (early 60s) - It was this folk music revival that made EMI Columbia insist that Long move away from his love of country music and record folk music.

But he did put out a lot of folk records.


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Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook
From: JennieG
Date: 26 Jul 21 - 11:38 PM

Oh my, Stewie....."The cross of the south" bluegrass style......not so sure. I do like bluegrass music but perhaps this one could have been left alone, it's too fast to get the words - and, as it's telling a story, that's a bit of a waste.


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Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook
From: Stewie
Date: 26 Jul 21 - 10:21 PM

THE BALLAD OF COBB & CO
(Anon)

There's a hustle and a bustle in the old hotel tonight
The bar is full to bursting and the lights are gay and bright
They're waiting for the horses that are beating through the night
And they're waiting for the coach of Cobb & Co

Cobb & Co, Cobb & Co
And they're waiting for the coach of Cobb & Co

There's Billy Jones the jackeroo still breathless from his ride
He’s bought a brand-new sulky and it’s standin' just outside
He's waiting for the pretty girl who's going to be his bride
And she's coming on the coach of Cobb & Co

Cobb & Co, Cobb & Co
And she's coming on the coach of Cobb & Co

Now the horses hooves are drumming, in the distance they're a-coming
A far-off cloud is moving ‘cross the plain
At breakneck speed they're driving, pretty soon they'll be arriving
There'll be lots of cheer when old friends meet again

There's Dan the old prospector and he's made his bag of gold
He made a lucky strike, about two thousand pounds I'm told
He's off to see the city lights before he gets too old
And he's leaving on the coach of Cobb & Co

Cobb & Co, Cobb & Co
And he's leaving on the coach of Cobb & Co

Jim Burke is mighty worried 'cause the drinks are running dry
Unless he gets some money soon, he'll kiss his farm goodbye
He’s written to the bank and now he's waiting their reply
And he hopes it's on the coach of Cobb & Co

Cobb & Co, Cobb & Co
And he hopes it's on the coach of Cobb & Co

The driver's whips are cracking and the horses hooves are dragging
As across the red and dusty plain they race
There's a distant light a-burning and the passengers are yearning
For the comfort of a warm and kindly place

And someone shouts ‘they're coming’ and the door is opened wide
There's a rattle and a clatter and the coach is there outside
With horses hot and steamy from their long and dusty ride
With the coach that bears the name of Cobb & Co

Cobb & Co, Cobb & Co
With the coach that bears the name of Cobb & Co

Youtube clip

--Stewie.


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Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook
From: Sandra in Sydney
Date: 25 Jul 21 - 09:54 AM

I learnt that song by hearing it when it was Top 40!

I'd forgotten it, but sometime after a friend took over a folk club in 1995 (folk club? are there still folk clubs?) I heard it again & sang along cos I remembered all the words.

sandra (who still does & nowadays sings along with the video)


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Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook
From: rich-joy
Date: 25 Jul 21 - 08:01 AM

Crikey! So you did!
(not sure I even remembered that song, at that time :)

Apologies, Sandra.

At least we don't have too many duplications for the overall amount of songs, eh?!

R-J


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Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook
From: Sandra in Sydney
Date: 25 Jul 21 - 04:31 AM

oops, I posted this 17 Sep 20 - 05:41 AM, page 5.


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Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook
From: rich-joy
Date: 25 Jul 21 - 01:01 AM

Back on May 23rd, I posted Kevin Johnson’s song “THE WHALES ARE SINGING TO ME (A WHALER’S LAMENT)” and I had meant to also post Fielding & Dyer’s popular number from c.1971, loosely based on Melville’s “Moby Dick”.
Now I notice Sandra has posted in that old thread about a remake of the film/story/song, so here it is :


THE WHALE

Terry Fielding & Fred Dyer


(Refrain :) Di Di Di Di Di Di Di Di

They sailed from port one morning when the weather it was fair
A gentle breeze it pushed them and no one gave a care
They sang and danced and laughed that night and opened up a keg
They're out to catch the monster whale that took the captain's leg.

Refrain

The Captain said a piece of gold for he who sees my whale
So bend your backs and row me lads; I know that we won't fail

(Chorus :)
Bend your backs and row me lads and take me to me whale
To-night we'll sing and dance and tomorrow night we'll sail
We'll sail into the harbour; no prouder men there'll be
We'll show them all we've captured the monster from the sea.

Refrain

They saw the whale one morning when the weather it was fair
The men were white as ghosts, but the Captain didn't care
I'll take this whale myself he said; the weak can stay behind
The strong can share my glory and tonight they'll share my wine.

Refrain

The whale it came up closer; it was bigger than the sky
They lowered down the longboat and they heard the captain cry.

Chorus

The whale it came so close that it almost tipped the boat
The captain raised his spear and he rammed it down its throat
The whale it gave a mournful cry and lifted its great tail
And brought it down a-smashing on their small boat like a gale.

Now a hundred years have passed since the Captain and his men
Went below to spend their days in Davy Jones' den
The whale it goes on living but inside it wears a scar
And if you’re ever near that place, a voice calls from afar.

Chorus

We’ll show them all we've captured the monster from the sea (X3)


c.1971 and loosely based upon Herman Melville’s classic MOBY DICK

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mYxE5FevaYg&t=72s

[YT clip is illustrated with clips from the film “Moby Dick” with Patrick Stewart]



R-J


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Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook
From: Stewie
Date: 24 Jul 21 - 11:28 PM

Back in December last year, JennieG posted the lyrics to 'The Cross of the South'. I stumbled upon this rollicking rendition in a clip by Seona McDowell who was totally unknown to me. Evidently, she made an LP of Australian folksongs for Folkways which later became Smithsonian Folkways. Despite the incongruous bluegrass backing, it is not without its charm.

Youtube clip

Some info on Seona McDowell on Paul the Stockman's site:

Click

Where did she perform in Australia?

--Stewie.


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Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook
From: rich-joy
Date: 20 Jul 21 - 10:25 AM

More from the pen of the wonderful Kev Carmody. I was reminded by Amergin's 2013 post in the currently resurrected thread "A Last Song Circle for Katlaughing" :


MOONSTRUCK

Kev Carmody

When the western sky’s ablaze
And the sun lays down to rest
When the curlew starts to cry
And the birds fly home to roost
When the full moon begins to rise
Satin moon beams on my face
Beauty of the night goes far beyond
Far beyond both time and place

[Chorus]
   No-one’s lost who finds the moon
   Or the sweetness of the wattle’s bloom
   Rebirth with the rain in spring
   Or the dingo’s howl on the autumn wind
   Spirit of the moon here calls me home
   Spirit of the moon here guides me home

Moon it draws me to the scrub
Night voices raised in song
Past the water lilies bloom
In that tranquil billabong
Walkin’ on the shadowed leaves
That are reflected by the moon
To the rocks and hills an’ caves
Where the dingo’s pups are born


   No one's lost who finds the moon
   Or the sweetness of the wattle's bloom
   Rebirth with the rain in spring
   Dingo's howl on the autumn wind
   Spirit of the moon here calls me home, whoa
   Spirit of the moon here guides me home

Stars ablazin’ across the sky
In the brilliance of the Milky Way
I’m surrounded by the beauty
Of every night and every day
Walkin’ towards that morning moon set
Caress of moonlight on my skin
Knowin’ that freedom of not carin’
Of why I’m goin’ or where I’ve been


   No one's lost who finds the moon
   Or the sweetness of the wattle's bloom
   Rebirth with the rain in spring
   Dingo's howl on the autumn wind
   Spirit of the moon here calls me home, whoa
   Spirit of the moon here guides me home


https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=340mRtOIWvw

sung by Sara Storer, and Kev Carmody speaks

from 2007 Cannot Buy My Soul : https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cannot_Buy_My_Soul



R-J


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Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook
From: Sandra in Sydney
Date: 17 Jul 21 - 11:41 PM

Warren has been busy posting his albums, 3 on the 8th July, must have been a lockdown activity!

Maybe there are more to come?


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Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook
From: Stewie
Date: 17 Jul 21 - 10:53 PM

PINT POT AND BILLY
(Anon)

I dined with the swells in famed Piccadilly
Took tea with my cousins in Horsemonger Lane
And now I am stranded on my own native shore
I'll go back to Australia to the goldfields again

When I asked for a nobbler they asked what I meant, sir
I called them all 'new chums' and that served them right
Oh dear, don't I sigh for my famous stock horses
I had when droving on One Man Plain

A mountain flash rider, a son of old Scroggins
Oh dear, don't I wish I was back there again
Oh don't you remember Ben Hall and his troupe, sir
Who stuck up the escort and well-guarded mail

And about that wretch Morgan I could yet relate, sir
But history would serve me to tell a sad tale
Then give me Australia with my pint pot and billy
Making tea in the shade of a gum tree again

Youtube clip

--Stewie.


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Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook
From: Stewie
Date: 15 Jul 21 - 08:43 PM

Sandra, thanks for posting Dale's review. Here is another good'un from the album.

Note in lyric booklet: Mary Gilmore clearly felt that fellow poet, Henry Lawson, was very poorly treated during his life and that his state funeral in 1922 was no compensation.

The Dead Poet (for the pioneer)
(M.Gilmore/M.Somerville)

Turn down his glass on the bar
Take up the cards he let fall
Sort them and count what they are
Now he has taken the call

Joker and sequence and flush -
Trumpeters blowing before -
Flowers, cathedral and crush
What could we give to him more?
Sorrow he had for his portion
Shame - and the cold of a cell
Cruelty, blame and extortion
Hatred, bitter as hell

Poverty, pity, contempt
Patronage, judgment of fools
Always some clerk to pre-empt
Right to read him the rules!

Lonely he walked in your streets
Solitude lone as the grave
Now with your mighty he seats
Spotlight, centre and nave

Ah, had you but given him half
Living, you gave at his death!
Surely his ghost of a laugh
Shakes on the air like breath!

14 October 1922 - published in 'Murray Pioneer', 15 December 1922.

--Stewie.


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Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook
From: Sandra in Sydney
Date: 14 Jul 21 - 10:58 PM

Review by Dale Dengate of 'The Forest Prayed. Poems of Mary Gilmore'

The Forest Prayed is a truly delightful CD of Maggie Somerville’s settings for the poems of Mary Gilmore. The music is totally appropriate & such pleasant listening one wonders why it hasn’t been done before, in the way Henry Lawson’s poems walked off the pages into songs. Maggie has written tunes, which are so evocative of the bush melodies that you can almost smell the gum leaves burning beneath the billy tea. The backings are varied but over all seem to include every instrument found in a bush band & more. These musicians play sensitive accompaniments to Gilmore’s words that are sung with great clarity enabling every word to be heard

Dame Mary Gilmore led a distinguished & romantic life as a humanist, political activist and social reformer and supporter of other artists. She was an acclaimed writer in her own day and I well recall the portrait of her in the Fellowship of Australian Writers rooms where the Bush Music Club met. On her death, the Bush Music Club put out a special Singabout magazine with a pen sketch of Mary and an obituary by John Meredith, page 6 . The most famous portrait of Gilmore was Dobell’s painting commissioned for her 90th birthday; it aroused controversy as it depicted an old woman with slim face & wispy white hair that Dobell painted so delicately but dressed in formal old fashioned lace and satin brocade quite different from the younger portrait once on the ten dollar note. Dobell’s portrait has been included on the attractively presented CD cover & booklet. This booklet is very comprehensive with dates of publication of the poems. The historical context of the poems is significant to the varying sentiments expressed.

There are 16 tracks that cover Gilmore’s poems set to Somerville’s music. The topics include many Australian themes including the environment and a love of nature as well as a concern for the plight of the indigenous peoples, women’s experience and World war II fears with the threatened invasion of the Japanese forces, and tributes to contemporary poets, Henry Lawson and Shaw Neilson.

Maggie Somerville has taken on a well over due task and created beautiful and thoughtful songs that I hope many will learn to sing or they will continue to enjoy listening to the poems of Mary Gilmore.

In the 50s & 60s musicians including John Arcott (better known as Ralph Traill) put some of her poems to music, but the arrangements unfortunately didn't get in to the public consciousness. Another composer was 16 year old BMC member Jennifer Mann


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Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook
From: Stewie
Date: 14 Jul 21 - 08:21 PM

WAR
(M.Gilmore/M.Somerville)

Out in the dust he lies
Flies in his mouth
Ants in his eyes

I stood at the door
Where he went out
Full-grown man
Ruddy and stout

The beat of the drum
Was clods on the heart
For all that the regiment
Looked so smart

I heard the crackle
Of hasty cheers
Run like the breaking
Of unshed tears

And just for a moment
As he went by
I had sight of his face
And a flash of his eye

He died a hero's death
They said
When they came to tell me
My boy was dead

But out in the street
A dead dog lies
Flies in his mouth
Ants in his eyes

Words by Mary Gilmore 2 April 1916. Published in 'Under the Wilgas' 1932.
Music by Maggie Somerville who set several Mary Gilmore poems to music and recorded them
on her 'The Forest Prayed: Poems of Mary Gilmore' album.

--Stewie.


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Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook
From: Sandra in Sydney
Date: 13 Jul 21 - 06:26 AM

CALL TO SONG by Chris Clarke

video

Oh come all ye who carry songs
And have the voice to share them
They’re only songs, they right no wrongs
But tyrants do beware them

A song can carry all our grief
Our story and our laughter
So come and join your voice to ours
And we’ll be friends hereafter

So if you hear this call to song
Come up and join our number
Or else your voice and all your songs
Are lost in idle slumber

Come one and all who heed the call
And bring your voices’ power
Undying friends when singing ends
We’ll live no finer hour.


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Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook
From: Sandra in Sydney
Date: 07 Jul 21 - 08:16 AM

I'm not a musician, I'd need to ask someone - looks like a job for Dave Johnson who has put tunes to old songs.

sandra (who can't hold a tune on her own & forgets words = chorus singer!)

Sydney is in a 3-week lockdown at the moment ending next week, & my folk club meets the following weekend (covid willing & fingers crossed.)
We had to move our June concert to later in the year but would find it very hard to move another concert as there are a number of festivals later this year (covid willing) & finding a spot for an extra concert is probably impossible.

Singing along to my CDs is not good enough


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Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook
From: rich-joy
Date: 07 Jul 21 - 06:03 AM

B'coz I'm still busy here at home, I'm just gonna quickly stick this one in here, that is the latest post on the "VERANDAH MUSIC" blog : https://verandahmusic.blogspot.com/2021/07/an-australian-hunting-song-1861.html?utm_source=feedburner&utm_medium=email&utm_campa


AN AUSTRALIAN HUNTING SONG - 1861

Here’s a little ditty from 1861 that reflects the settler fascination with shooting everything on sight. Not a great piece of literature, but an amusing sidelight on attitudes and also an indication that the bush ballad was nt the only way to write about the bush.





AN AUSTRALIAN HUNTING SONG.

[BY ONE WHO PADDLES HIS OWN CANOE.]



I've travelled about a bit In my time, of amusements I've seen a few.

But found all tame compared with the game of hunting the kangaroo.

Your wants are small, and you care not at all, so your dogs are but swift and true;

On your pig-skin across, you may shout till you're hoarse, as you follow the kangaroo.



If fond of sport of any sort, I'll try to prove to you

That there's no sort of fun can come up to a run

with an old-man kangaroo.



I like no strife, but enjoy this life as much as a man can do,

And don't think It wrong to spend all day long in chasing the kangaroo.

I lie down at dark, and ' rise with the lark,' and seek out a friend or two,

Who delight in the fun of a rattling good run with an old-man kangaroo.



Some talk of the Play, which is good in its way— that is, if it's something new,

But I think it folly, and not half so jolly, as hunting the kangaroo

As on horse, with your dogs, over fences and logs, and swamps you go slushing through,

You care not for wet il you only can get a good run with a kangaroo.



If far from your home you should happen to roam, and your tucker is quite done, too ;

What need you desire but a good roasting fire, and steaks from a kangaroo?

For though hunted for pleasure, 'tis thought quite a treasure, by those who are fond of a stew,

And gourmands will stoop to a basin of soup from the tall of a kangaroo.



This parody's fair as far as it goes, but, better than that, 'tis true

That many men aim at less Innocent game than hunting the kangaroo.

And stories are told of those who have sold themselves and their fortunes too.

For the head of a woman— but give me the tail of a plump young kangaroo.



I'm fond of tales of any sort, but this is the tale that's true,

No tale you can tell will go down half so well as the tail of a kangaroo—



FOR SOUP.



Hamilton Spectator and Grange District Advertiser (Vic. : 1860 - 1870) Wed 17 Jul 1867 Page 3

Sandra may be able to suggest a likely tune?


R-J


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Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook
From: Sandra in Sydney
Date: 05 Jul 21 - 08:08 PM

checking Mudcat today I see Mudcatter Daniel Kelly’s take on the Suez Canal debacle

ON THE SUEZ CANAL by Daniel Kelly, March 2021

video

Oh, dat ship she stuck and she ain’t gonna move,
Ain’t gonna move Oh Lord,
Oh, dat ship she stuck and she ain’t gonna move,
On dat Suez Canal,

On the way from China up to Rotterdam,
..
Oh, dat ship she called the Ever Given,
..

In the big dust storm she ran aground,
..
The tug-boats could’na turn her ‘round,
..

The small back hoe gonna dig her out,
..
Gonna Take ten year, or round about,
..

The shippers they is a mighty sore,
..
Lost ‘em a few billion or more,
..

~~~~~~~~~~
My tribute to the unfolding #Evergiven #SuezCanal situation.

Before people comment with cultural appropriation claims, I have sung this in the style of African American/Slave/Worker songs, often sung in the canal shipping industry. It was these songs that were picked up by European sailors and turned into many of what we call 'shantys'. 'Roll the Woodpile Down' being an excellent example.


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Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook
From: Sandra in Sydney
Date: 04 Jul 21 - 06:28 AM

I was listening to my 3 CDs of Harry Robertson's songs & remembered Evan & Lyn's website with all his lyrics! The Mathiesons had been friends of the Robertsons since the 60s & are the official guardians of his legacy.

We've only posted 9 of his songs, so here's a less famous one, about the Vietnam War.

FREEDOM FREE FOR ALL, Lyrics: Harry Robertson
Music: “Ring The Bell Watchman” by Henry Clay Work 1855
Arranged by Evan Mathieson

video-Ring the bell watchman

On Queen Street tramway tracks — a young conscript stands
clutching a paper in one of his hands
he lights up a match — the paper starts to glow
and on the television you can see the demons go.

Chorus
See how the cops run — eight — nine — ten
Nicklin’s gallant heroes, but none of them men
they quickly seize the youth and knock him to the ground
and with strangle holds and kicks and blows they take him to the pound.

The freedom march is on — they’re marching round the town
they hold their placards up, but the coppers knock them down
the crime rate rises high — but the cops can’t spare a man
they’re busy knocking over boys who won’t fight in Vietnam.

Chorus

The women are out there — they think Australia’s free
but let them show a placard, and they will quickly see
that chivalry’s gone astray in the struggle of today
and the copper’s fist will find them first if they are in the fray.

Chorus

A slim-built youth is there — he won’t go to Vietnam
be sure you grab him tightly and twist his broken arm
we’ll take him to the dungeon — we’ll throw him in the tank
we got our orders to be rough from ‘Pineapple Frank’.

Chorus

Pineapples may be rough — on Frankie’s Nambour farm
but brutal cops in Brisbane have really done Frank harm
for opinions here today — on the Nazi-type display
are that you were wrong and you’ll be gone on next election day.

Chorus

Down in the city’s cells — among the conscript boys
some one started singing and soon we heard the noise
of the people standing in the street whose voices did return
the song that freedom fighters sing, “We Shall Overcome”.

Chorus

© Harry Robertson
and subsequently ©1995 Mrs Rita Robertson, Brisbane, AUSTRALIA
Registered with APRA/AMCOS www.apra-amcos.com.au


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Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook
From: Sandra in Sydney
Date: 02 Jul 21 - 08:29 AM

I can't believe I didn't post Charlie Mopps, in the early days it was the Bush Music Club' anthem.

sandra (blushing)

here are the original words as published in Singabout The Journal of Australian Folksong, Vol 3, no.3, 1958, referring to Sydney pubs, followed by the version as sung at BMC in the 21st Century.

CHARLIE MOPPS
(Anon)

A long time ago, way back in history,
When all they had to drink was nothing but cups of tea
Along came a man by the name of Charlie Mopps
And he invented a wonderful drink and gave it the name of hops

Chorus:
Oh, he oughta been an admiral, a sultan or a king
And to his praises we should always sing
Oh, look what he has done for us, he's filled us up with cheer
Lord bless Charlie Mopps, the man who invented beer

The day that Charlie died, he knocked at heaven’s gate
He said to St Peter; ‘Now tell me how I rate’:
St Peter looked at him and he said, ‘Now who are you?’
He said; ‘I’m Charlie Mopps’ and Peter said; ‘Pass through’

Chorus

At the Windsor, the Marble Bar, the Castlereagh as well
One thing you can be sure - it’s Charlie’s beer they sell
So come on all you lucky lads, at ten o’clock she stops
For five short seconds, remember Charlie Mopps.

One... two... three, four, five - - (spoken)

CHARLIE MOPPS, an additional verse.

A bushel of hope, a quarter of malt and mix it all up with a stick -
The kind of lubrication that makes your engine tick:
Forty pints of wallop a day will keep away the quacks,
It's only 4½d a pint, a shilling and tuppence in tax.
SHAME    SHAME    SHAME    SHAME    SHAME   
(Tam Murrell, Twickenham, Eng)

=============

As published by Ralph Pride in BMC's Singabout booklet 1, as sung by BMC in the 21st century -

A long time ago, way back in history,
When all they had to drink was nothing but cups of tea
Along came a man by the name of Charlie Mopps
And he invented a wonderful drink and he made it out of hops

Chorus:
Oh, he ought to be an admiral, a sultan or a king
And to his praises we should always sing
Oh, look what he has done for us, he's filled us up with cheer
Lord bless Charlie Mopps, the man who invented beer.

First you malt the barley, then you boil the hops,
You pitch a bit of yeast in, and when the action stops,
You pour it into bottles, then put on the tops,
And in another week or two, it's 'Cheers for Charlie Mopps.'

The day that Charlie died, he knocked at heaven’s gate
He said to St Peter, 'Tell me how I rate’
St Peter looked at him and he said, ‘Now who are you?’
He said; ‘I’m Charlie Mopps’ and Peter said; ‘Straight through.’

At the Windsor, the Castlereagh, the Marble Bar as well
One thing you can be sure, it’s Charlie’s beer they sell
So come on all you lucky lads, the froth is on the top,
For five short seconds remember Charlie Mopps.

One... two... three, four, five - - (spoken)

Chorus:
Oh, he ought to be an admiral, a sultan or a king
And to his praises we should always sing
Oh, look what he has done for us, he's filled us up with cheer
Lord bless Charlie Mopps, the man who invented beer.

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Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook
From: Stewie
Date: 01 Jul 21 - 10:09 PM

CHARLIE MOPPS
(Anon)

A long time ago, way back in history,
When all they had to drink was nothing but cups of tea
Along came a man by the name of Charlie Mopps
And he invented a wonderful drink and made it of malt and hops

Chorus:
Oh, he oughta been an admiral, a sultan or a king
And to his praises we should always sing
Oh, look what he has done for us, he's filled us up with cheer
God bless Charlie Mopps, the man who invented beer

Oh, the day that Charlie died, he knocked at heaven’s gate
He said to St Peter, ‘Now tell me how I rate’
St Peter looked at him and said, ‘Now tell me who are you?’
He said, ‘I’m Charlie Mopps’ and Peter said, ‘Pass through’

Chorus

At the Hotham, Young & Jackson’s and the Sarah Sands as well
There’s one thing you can be sure - it’s Charlie’s beer they sell
So come on all you lucky lads, at ten o’clock she stops
For five short seconds, remember Charlie Mopps

A-one-two-three-four-five

Chorus

An Australian version of a song that was created somewhere in the British Isles. The above is as printed at pages 94-95 of 'Australian Folksongs of the Land and its People' compiled by the Folk Lore Council of Australia 1974.

Youtube clip

Version collected by Bush Music Club

Mudcat thread

--Stewie.


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Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook
From: Stewie
Date: 29 Jun 21 - 09:22 PM

Another parody of 'The dying stockman'. This one is from Alan Musgrove's 'A Young Man and Able' album. He noted that it is 'a picture of inner Melbourne street life in the 1990s'.

THE DYING JUNKIE
(Alan Musgrove/Trad)

A skinny young junkie lay dying
The kerbstone supporting his head
There were no mates around him a-cryin’
As he lay in a coma near dead

But an ambulance must have been called for
For the bold paramedics appeared
And they gave him a big shot of Narcan
They saved the boy’s life it was clear

Then he screamed at the bold paramedic
‘You bastard, you’ve ruined me stone!’
And he left-hooked the bold paramedic
And he walked down the street to go home

Some days after that I was walking
When I happened to see the same boy
Being bundled into the meat wagon
On a street corner down in Fitzroy

Wrap him up like piece of fresh topside
And bury him deep down below
Where the demons and the wallopers can’t harm him
In the place where all dead junkies go

On the subject of parodies, this YT clip is worth a look if you haven't seen it. It is a parody of Queen's 'Bohemian Rhapsody' by Shirley Serban, a kiwi lass. The lyrics are in the clip.

Menopause Rhapsody

She is also responsible for this Covid parody:

Do Re Mi

--Stewie.


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Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook
From: Sandra in Sydney
Date: 29 Jun 21 - 09:26 AM

THERE'S A RAINBOW OVER THE ROCK by Kevin Bloody Wilson. Recorded on "Looking Forward Looking Back" (2000)

video - Slim Dusty

There's a rainbow over the rock
And the Sun has started shining
I just see a flock of cockatoos fly by
And I see a silver lining
On the clouds as they roll on
Bringing life to the desert and stock
And you've gotta believe in a god
When there's a rainbow over the rock

Call it Ayers Rock or Uluru
They both mean much the same
Named after our ancestors
From both our yesterdays
Now here we stand on common ground
Still drenched from the desert rain
In awe of what's before us
And breathing in being Australian

There's a rainbow over the rock
And the Sun has started shining
I just see a flock of cockatoos fly by
And I see a silver lining
On the clouds as they roll on
Bringing life to the desert and stock
And you've gotta believe in dream time
When there's a rainbow over the rock

There stands that magic, majestic rock
The rain has washed her clean
Dressed in the colors of the rainbow
As if for a new beginning
And there's a brand new day in the horizon
And there's a brand new feeling in the air
And now that the dust has settled
Advance Australia fair

There's a rainbow over the rock
And the Sun has started shining
I just see a flock of cockatoos fly by
And I see a silver lining
On the clouds as they roll on
Bringing life to the desert and stock
And you've gotta believe in a god
When there's a rainbow over the rock

And you've gotta believe in dreamtime
When there's a rainbow over the rock
And you've gotta believe together
When there's a rainbow over the rock


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Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook
From: Sandra in Sydney
Date: 26 Jun 21 - 03:25 AM

THE BLOKE WHO SERVES THE BEER by Peter Denahy. Recorded on "Looking Forward Looking Back" (2000)

video - Slim Dusty

My name is Tom I own a Queensland pub
There’s Bundy on the shelf and the ice is in the tub
No lemon lime and bitters just Bundy and Fourex
If they wreck the joint tonight I’ll ring their flamin' necks.

There are so many songs about ringers out hell raisen'
But what about the bloke who pulls the beers
When they’ve all gone I’m still out wipen' tables
When they’ve all hit the hay while i’m still here
I’m the bloke you never hear of servin' beer.

I give change to the fellas if they want a game of pool
Got pies in the oven mate when the weather's gettin’ cool
If the boys get rowdy and decide to have a scrap
I just chuck 'em out the door and I go back to the taps.

My name is Tom I’m a diplomatic thinker
I can listen to the woes of a broken hearted drinker
When the boys come in I say how ya goin’ tonight
They get a bit wild but they’re young and alright.

They tell me how to break a horse and how to brand a steer
I take their dough and listen cause that is why i’m here
They tell me bout musterin' but they don’t seem to know
That Tom their local publican did that years ago
When they’ve all hit the hay while I’m still here
I’m the bloke you never hear of servin' beer.


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Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook
From: Sandra in Sydney
Date: 26 Jun 21 - 03:17 AM

CLEAN UP OUR OWN BACKYARD, by Joy McKean. Recorded on "Looking Forward Looking Back" (2000)

video - Slim Dusty

There's an old rhyme that pits out time take it for what it's worth
Things are crook at Tallarook and there ain't no work in Burke
But we still find room for the many who come a-knockin' at our door
And we sell our wide brown acres without a second thought.

Some will say we are building a nation rich and strong
But if you take a closer look at it perhaps we've got it wrong
Makes you think maybe we're a bit crazy doing it quite so hard
Shouldn't be a crime to take the time to clean up our own backyard.

In the country towns and the land around, in the city streets and slums
The dreamtime lore has gone before and the walkabout is done
On the streets at night you see the plight of our old ones and our young
And the Salvo refuge overflows, but still the people come.

Just a little drop of caring in an ocean of neglect
Can't stem the tide of anger from the lost and dispossessed
In the land of promise keepin' our promise gets to be too hard
Shouldn't be a crime to take the time to clean up our own backyard.

Make you think maybe we're a bit crazy doing it quite so hard
Shouldn't be a crime to take the time to clean up our own backyard

on some lyrics sites "refuge" is spelt "refugge" & on other sites 'And the Salvo refuge overflows" becomes "And the sound old rep you go the flow"


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Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook
From: Stewie
Date: 24 Jun 21 - 08:27 PM

WHERE CAMEL PADS GO DOWN
(Jack Sorensen)

Last night I dreamed that Father Time had turned life's pages back
And once again a sturdy youth I took the northern track
With my lost mates of long ago I left behind the town
And headed for the country where the camel pads go down

But down the long brown highways, over plains and ranges grey
The speedy motor transports bear the shearers of today
Now spinifex has overgrown the camel pads at last
The camel train and bicycle have drifted to the past

Creator of the spinifex, the hungry sandhills brown
The brazen sky, the creek beds dry, the plains where tracks wind down
Give back to me that which I had, the heart, the strength of limb
That I may do the things I did before my eyes grew dim

Those youthful dreams that once I had of heights to which I'd bid
Are shattered by the memory of things I really did
And down forsaken highways where the twining snakewoods grow
I yearn to travel northwards as I did long years ago

Roger Montgomery put a tune to this poem. It may be found on Dingo's Breakfast 'Jack Sorensen: Weaver of Dreams' album.

--Stewie.


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Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook
From: Stewie
Date: 21 Jun 21 - 08:28 PM

THE FOGGY FOGGY BANKS
(Anon)

Out on the foggy foggy banks
We pitch and toss about
And blow our frozen fingers
When we hear our skipper shout

Chorus:
Heave away on your capstan, lads
Give a hand to heave the trawl
When we get the fish on board
We’ll have another haul
Heave away on your capstan, lads
Give a hand to heave the trawl
In the middle of the night, heave ho ye all

When I was but a lad at school, I would not stay at home
Like lots of other foolish lads, I thought I’d sooner roam
Soon I joined a trawler and there I quickly found
It wasn’t no plain sailing, when I reached the trawlin’ ground

Chorus

Sailing on the ocean far from the Port of Bluff
The southern gale is rising and the sea starts getting rough
When waves are falling ‘round us and pounding on the deck
It’s hard to keep your footing as you try to save your neck

Chorus

We work our guts out day and night, our backs are stiff and sore
There’s nothing more inviting than safe ashore once more
When the work is finally over, hard up our tiller goes
West by south to the harbour’s mouth, to the big jib on her nose

Chorus (x2)

A song from the fishermen of Bluff. The above lyrics are those in Phil Garland's recording. This version is longer than that printed at page 48 of 'Song of a Young Country'.

Youtube clip

--Stewie.


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Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook
From: Sandra in Sydney
Date: 19 Jun 21 - 10:30 PM

LAWSON CENTENARY SONG by John Dengate, 1967, tune Gartan Mother's Lament. First published in Singabout 6(2), 1967, page 3 as part of the Bush Music Club's celebration of the Centenary of Henry Lawson's birth.   

video - Gartan Mother's Lament by The Corries

Come now all Australians and tell me did you know - -
Henry Lawson, he was born a hundred years ago,
He was born in a leaky tent, the night was stormy and cold
All on the fields of Grenfell where his father dug for gold.

Henry Lawson spent his boyhood at Eurunderee,
They were years of deprivation, want and poverty.
He humped his swag in the nineties drought, across the plains out-back,
And in the Country west of Bourke he starved upon the track.

Lawson wasn't what you'd call a sober, steady bloke,
Partly deaf and usually drunk, and nearly always broke,
Yet his verses still synthesize what every conscience feels,
Be loyal and steadfast to your mates and stick to your ideals.

He was not the kind of man the sophists love to praise;
Proper education was denied him all his days;
Lawson's lines were bitter and harsh, but touched with humour too,
For Lawson's words came from the heart, and Lawson's heart was true.


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Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook
From: rich-joy
Date: 19 Jun 21 - 08:12 PM

REFRESH
(to rescue from falling off!)

Once I have done the summer holiday washing and cleared the bombshell debris now in my rather cold winter house, I will post songs again!!

Any other lurking readers, grab your thread Contents Lists from Sandra - and please post some Aussie-Kiwi songs!!

Cheers, R-J


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Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook
From: Stewie
Date: 16 Jun 21 - 10:32 PM

BONNIE MOON
(Traditional)

I wandered many a night in June
Upon the banks of Clyde
Beneath the bright and bonnie moon
With Mary by my side

A summer wedding unto my eyes
And to my heart of joy
For well she loved to roam with me
Her Ireland minstrel boy

Her presence stood on every star
Two million fields so clear
I thought the flowers sweeter by far
When they were seen with her

Although her heart was true to me
Her Ireland mintrel boy

I played for ladies fair and gay
In many a southern hall
But there is one far, far away
A world above them all

And though many a weary year has fled
I think with mournful joy
Upon that day when Mary wed
Her Ireland minstrel boy

Collected for the National Library by Rob Willis from Carrie Milliner of the South Coast of NSW. She was from a family of sleeper cutters and traced the song back to her great-grandfather.

Youtube clip

--Stewie.


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Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook
From: Sandra in Sydney
Date: 14 Jun 21 - 09:39 AM

corrected verse as suggested by JennieG

It's a greeting that you'll hear across Australia
From Geraldton to Goulburn, Gundagai
It's as dinkum as the Dingo and the failure
And you spell it with a G, apostrophe, a D-A-Y

tho the "a" before D-A-Y seems to be superfluous.
do we need to fix that too?


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Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook
From: JennieG
Date: 13 Jun 21 - 11:00 PM

They are indeed, Sandra.....but at least 'dahlia' rhymes with Australia, one of few words which do! Another which comes to mind is 'failure'......


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Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook
From: Sandra in Sydney
Date: 13 Jun 21 - 10:43 AM

G'DAY, G'DAY by Robert Fairbairn

video - Slim Dusty

G'day g'day, how ya goin', what d'ya know, well strike a light
G'day g'day, and how ya go-o-o-in'
Just say g'day g'day g'day and you'll be right

Isn't great to be an Aussie
Takin' a walk along the street
Lookin' in shops or buyin' a paper
Stoppin' and havin' a yarn with people that you meet

Down at the pub or at a party
Whenever you're stuck for what to say
If you wanna be dinky-di, why don't you give it a try
Look 'em right in the eye and say goo'day

G'day g'day, how ya goin', hat d'ya know, well strike a light
G'day g'day, and how ya go-o-o-in'
Just say g'day g'day g'day and you'll be right

Now when Italians meet they all go crazy
The blokes all like to hug each other too
The Yanks invented "hi" "and see you later"
While the Pommy will shake your hand and say "how do you do"

Now watch out for a Frenchmen or he'll kiss you
The Spaniards go for "Olah" and "Olay"
But in the land of the cockatoo, pole cats and the didgeridoo
When you meet an Aussie ten-to-one here's what he'll say

G'day g'day, how ya goin', what d'ya know, well strike a light
G'day g'day, and how ya go-o-o-in'
Just say g'day g'day g'day and you'll be right

It's a greeting that you'll hear across Australia
From Geraldton to Goulburn, Gundagai
It's as dinkum as the Dingo and the Dahlia
And you spell it with a G, apostrophe, a D-A-Y

G'day g'day, how ya goin', what d'ya know, well strike a light
G'day g'day, and how ya go-o-o-in'
Just say g'day g'day g'day and you'll be right

G'day g'day, and how ya goin', what d'ya know, well strike a light
G'day g; day, and how ya go-o-o-in'
Just say g'day g'day g'day
Just say G'day g'day g'day and she'll be right

Bonus extra - lyrics - bowdlerised (really??? yes!) & here are the naughty words, properly replaced by asterisks so as not to cause offence.
- If you wanna be d***y-di, why don't you give it a try

- But in the land of the c***atoo, cork hats and the didgeridoo

- It's as d***um as the Dingo and the Dahlia

at least they use "cork hats" instead of "polecats" (native to Europe, Asia, & Africa) as given on many other lyrics sites -

& dahlias are natives of Central America!


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Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook
From: Sandra in Sydney
Date: 11 Jun 21 - 09:50 AM

Total number of entries on our 2 spreadsheets (Aug-Dec 2020 & Jan to date) is 992, some of these entries are duplicated, due to an error or lyrics & video/audio entered separately,

The first spreadsheet has 625 songs sorted into alphabetical order, the second has 367 entries in numerical order & some of these are duplicates.

If anyone would like a copy of the spreadsheets, PM your email address, & of course if any of our viewers have any songs to add, please do so!

sandra


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Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook
From: Sandra in Sydney
Date: 07 Jun 21 - 11:42 PM

I wanna see a couple of photos (not on facebook tho, cos I'm not a member)

please & thankyou

sandra


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Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook
From: rich-joy
Date: 07 Jun 21 - 07:12 PM

REFRESH

Stewie and I are about to descend upon the 50th Top Half FF at Mary River Bush Retreat, between Darwin and Kakadu (starts Friday), so plenty of space here on this thread for Aussie-Kiwi postings by other Catters and our esteemed Guests, eh!!!
(hint hint)


Cheers, R-J :)


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Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook
From: rich-joy
Date: 05 Jun 21 - 09:26 AM

As this Aussie favourite has just been sung tonight, Australia-wide, on SBS- TV’s “Australia’s Biggest Singalong”, I figure it’s time to include it in our collection!!

THROW YOUR ARMS AROUND ME

Mark Seymour

I will come for you at nighttime
I will raise you from your sleep
I will kiss you in four places
As I go running along your street,

I will squeeze the life out of you
You will make me laugh and make me cry
And we will never forget it
You will make me call your name
And I'll shout it to the blue summer sky.

chorus :
   And we may never meet again
   So shed your skin and let's get started
   And you will throw your arms around me
   Yeah, you will throw your arms around me.

I dreamed of you at nighttime
And I watched you in your sleep
I met you in high places
I touched your head and touched your feet,

So if you disappear out of view
You know I will never say goodbye
And though I try to forget it
You will make me call your name
And I'll shout it to the blue summer sky.

   And we may never meet again
   So shed your skin and let's get started
   And you will throw your arms around me
   Yeah, you will throw your arms around me.

Ohhh, yeah
Ohhh, yeah

You will throw your arms around me (ohhh, yeah)
Yeah, you will throw your arms around me (ohhh, yeah)
Yeah, you will throw your arms around me (ohhh, yeah)
Yeah, you will throw your arms around me (ohhh, yeah)
Yeah, you will throw your arms around me (ohhh, yeah)
Yeah, you will throw your arms around me (ohhh, yeah)


Originally sung by Melbourne band, Hunters & Collectors, though covered by many : https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hunters_%26_Collectors


https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=e69wQsfrbSU   This is the slower, more laid-back version that we all love to sing along with, whether with Astrid Jorgensen’s famous Pub Choir, or in that sentimental, late night session with your boozy mates!!!
[ But for those who prefer the faster, slightly more “serious”?! original from 1986 : https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zON9sg6ADjQ ]


It has been described as Australia’s secular hymn. Here is Guardian writer, Brigid Delaney’s take on this Anthem’s important place in our history :
https://www.theguardian.com/music/australia-culture-blog/2014/feb/25/hunters-and-collectors-throw-your-arms-around-me


OK, now everyone take a swig then raise those arms, sway, and sing along with me : "Ohhhhhhhh, Yeah, you will throw your arms around me"

R-J :))


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Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook
From: JennieG
Date: 05 Jun 21 - 02:02 AM

Stewie - I have a CD "Music of the diggings: songs and tunes of the central Victorian goldfields" which contains "The 'public' by the way", originally written about a pub at Smeaton, Vic., sung by Judy Howell. The CD was made in May 2000. I've just looked it up, it's now no longer available new but used copies can be found on ebay.


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Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook
From: Stewie
Date: 05 Jun 21 - 01:41 AM

SHANTIES BY THE WAY
(E.J. Overbury et alia)

It's in a first-rate business section
Where four bush roads cross and meet
It stands in a quiet and neat direction
To rest the weary traveller's feet

Chorus:
Rows of bottles standing upright
Labelled with bright blue and gold
Beer so cold it needs no icing
From the cellar's drear dark hold.

Kerosene lamps are shining brightly
Cards, and lo, the billiard balls
Men and women are dancing lightly
To the music inside those walls.

There’s quoits and games and bagatelle
All to suit your fancy-0
But better far behind the bar
Stands smiling darling Nancy-0

Nancy's smiles are quite beguiling
To make some fun she's willing-0
You give a rap she turns the tap
And thanks you for your shilling-0

Landlord stands with smiling face
He likes to see your cash forked out
Landlord stands with smiling face
Sometimes he will stand a shout

Landlord “shouting” is uncommon
He’s kidding you to dance and play
How the devil can a bloke keep sober
In those shanties by the way?

When you wake up in the morning
In your thirst without a mag
You cast around a sad reflection
As you shoulder up your swag

Penniless you'll have to wander
For many a long and dreary day
Till you earn another cheque to squander
In those shanties by the way

This began life in Australia as a poem by E.J. Overbury. It became a song that was carried back and forth across the Tasman by itinerant workers. The above version was collected in 1940 in NZ.

Youtube clip

Overbury's original poem, published in 'The Creswick & Clunes Advertiser' in 1864. Info from NZ folk song site:

THE PUBLIC BY THE WAY

On a first-rate business section;
Where four bush roads cross and meet.
Stands a large and fine erection,
Dear to weary traveller's feet.

Should he for a moment linger,
'Tis a case for all the day;
For his cash they'll supply finger
In the public by the way.

In he steps, p’raps never dreaming
More than half an hour to stop.
Tastes the liquor, foaming, creaming,
On the polished pewter pot.

One pint soon brings on another.
Then he feels inclined to stay:
Oh, his cash he'll quickly smother
In the public by the way.

Rows of bottles stand enticing
Radiant with bright blue and gold:
Beer so cool it needs no icing
From the cellar's dusky hold:

Cards and billiards always ready
Landlord presses him to play;
How, then, can a cove keep steady
In these publics by the way.

Landlord stands with smiling features
Glad to see the cash shell out;
Seems the best of generous creatures
For he sometimes stands a shout.

Then he neatly lands his salmon.
By "kidding" him to drink and play
Oh, there is a deal of gammon
In these publics by the way.

Morning finds him in dejection.
Thirsty, sick, without a mag;
Prey to many a sad reflection,
As he shoulders up his swag.

On the road he's free to wander
Penniless for many a day;
Thus it is with all who squander
In the public by the way.

--Stewie.


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Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook
From: Stewie
Date: 02 Jun 21 - 10:31 PM

WAKE OF THE BOUNTY
(The Currency)

Put him in a lifeboat
And said goodbye
Goodbye to Captain Bligh
A gypsy curse, not gentle verse
By all reports no gentleman he
Spitting, "Fletcher Fletcher
I bet you etch your name in infamy
When you touch land you'll be tried and hung
May your men breathe their last before me"

Chorus:
Banned from the ports
Damned in the courts
No more throwing dice on the wharf
There are those
Those are we
Slaves to the sea
A cruel mistress she
Heave away you rolling kings
Show me your mercy
Haul away you howling winds
Fill the sails and sing
In the wake of The Bounty

When they saw the Pandora
Some swam out to her
Saying The Bounty left us marooned
Taken by boat by the ship-wrecked coast
To the new out-post of the Crown
When they hit the rocks, more lives were lost
Poor souls locked below deck
Now it's swinging time
From Norfolk pine
For the mutiny nine

Chorus

When the storm had cleared
She had disappeared
And for twenty years not a word
Then a man named John Adams
Said "I'm the last of them and I saw The Bounty burn"
It was burnt, cinders burnt from the bow to the stern
That night there was a new sun
We drowned in rum
Took to the gun
And when bullets there were none
Sticks and stones

Chorus

Heave away you rolling kings
Show me your mercy
Haul away you howling winds
Fill the sails and sing
In the wake of The Bounty

Youtube clip

--Stewie.


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Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook
From: Sandra in Sydney
Date: 02 Jun 21 - 03:58 AM

a source we haven't mined ...

& here's Joan Baez singing 'Last Night I Had the Strangest Dream'


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Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook
From: GerryM
Date: 02 Jun 21 - 02:56 AM

The Weirdest Dream (to the tune of Last Night I Had the Strangest Dream)
Clem Parkinson

Last night I had the weirdest dream I'd never dreamt before.
I dreamt our politicians all went off to fight the war.
It seems they decided it was time to join the ranks,
To do their bit to help save face for Nixon and the Yanks.

And as they marched along the street, the crowd just stood and gasped.
"I never thought I'd see the day," an old ex-digger rasped.
"And have you heard the latest news?" I heard a woman cry,
"They're bringing home the conscripts, not another one need die."

There was Snedden and McManus, even Santa-strewth-Maria,
With Peacock, Lynch, and Andrew Jones all bringing up the rear.
And as they marched down Collins Street to sound of drum and flute,
His Eminence, Archbishop Knox, stepped forth to take salute.

His hands began to tremble as he then, with courage true,
Threw down his crucifix and cried, "Hey, boys, I'm coming, too."
"Left wheel," the sergeant shouted. McManus shook with fright.
No matter how he tried, he kept veering to the right.

They marched down to Port Melbourne, to embark at Station Pier,
Where some wharfies, somewhat rudely, gave a rather loud Bronx cheer.
McManus got the jitters, and he beat a quick retreat.
He grabbed a wharfie's bicycle, and pedaled down the street.

"I've left behind my toothbrush," he mumbled as he fled.
Then I awoke, and found that I had tumbled out of bed.

%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%

Lyrics copied from Warren Fahey, The Balls of Bob Menzies: Australian Political Songs 1900-1980.

The men named in the song were all supporters of the Australian military involvement in the war in Vietnam. Billy Snedden was Minister for Immigration and then Minister for Labour and National Service. Frank McManus was from the Democratic Labor party, an anti-communist breakaway from the Labor Party. "Santa-strewth-Maria" was B A Santamaria, associated with Democratic Labor.

Andrew Peacock was Minister for the Army and then Minister for Territories (and, much later, leader of the Liberal Party). He died in April 2021. Phillip Lynch was at various times Minister for the Army, Minister for Immigration, and Minister for Labour and National Service. Andrew Jones was a very conservative member of Parliament, but only served one term, 1966-69, and never as a Minister.


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Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook
From: Stewie
Date: 02 Jun 21 - 12:17 AM

DINGO
(Gary Shearston)

He was nought but a windy old bushranger, sir
His ways, I know, appearing somewhat strange
He roamed the country wide with a song-thorn in his side
And a memory of an old blue mountain range

Well now, it really doesn't matter, I know
Just how it came to pass that
A bounty got placed on his hide
No, the only thing that matters and
The thing that he done wrong was
To lose it in the morning one time
That poor boy
He did lose it in the morning one time

Dingo, dingo there's a hunter coming
Up dingo, run

From his lair hidden so well by ghost gums and pine
And the tracks that he covered far behind
Taking leave of his mate, he ran down to meet his fate
Upon the plain just as the sun began to climb

Well now, it really doesn't matter, I know
Just how it came to pass that
He paid for the ways of his kind
No, the only thing that matters and
The thing that he done wrong was
To lose it in the morning one time
That poor boy
He did lose it in the morning one time

Dingo, dingo there's a hunter coming
Up dingo, run

Youtube clip

--Stewie.


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Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook
From: Stewie
Date: 29 May 21 - 10:31 PM

R-J, looking forward to seeing you again. It has been a long time.

THE DIGGERS SONG
(Tom Smith/Wongawilli)

By the side of the creek with shovel and pan
I see the gold diggers, a bold, sturdy clan
They are sinking for wealth and ‘neath the red mould
Lies all that they seek for, the long wished for gold

Chorus
So dig ‘neat the mould, boys
Where you’ll find gold, boys
Aye, find it the same as you’ve found it before

The rock and the cradle sounds constant and clear
’Tis music indeed to the gold-seeker’s ear
For when fortune favours, it makes their hearts bold
Contented and happy though toiling for gold

Chorus

Ah, what can compare with the life that they lead
Unvexed by those cares of which others take heed
And when with their pile they visit the town
Repine not in finding they’ve knocked it all down

Chorus

Come, I’ll pledge you a toast and now let it be
‘The diggers’ who here give a welcome to me
May fortune be theirs as they toil in the mould
And each one go home with a good pile of gold

Chorus

Youtube clip

--Stewie.


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Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook
From: rich-joy
Date: 29 May 21 - 06:46 PM

Good One, Stew! I really should have thought to save some of Lawls' ashes for His Beloved Shed; guess there were just too many other places in line, LoL!

Sorry I've fallen a bit behind with posting songs. Hopefully some other Catters or Guests will help 'take up the slack' for we regular Posters!

Cheers, R-J
(and only 12 more sleeps til we meet again at the Top Half! :)


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Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook
From: Stewie
Date: 28 May 21 - 08:30 PM

THE OLD MAN’S SHED
(Luke O’Shea)

Well, the old man kicked the bucket about seven months ago
They left me with his ashes and he left me with a note
It read, 'Son, you know I love you, from this world I've been released
And I know you'll know just what to do so I can rest in peace'

So I hung on to his ashes and the words he said
And I went out for inspiration to the old man's shed
I opened up the door, I could still recall his face
As he would try and tell me sternly, everything must have its place

Well, he tried to educate me but I never quite could see
'Cause he had so many hammers, how many hammers do you need?
Oh, of all these nuts and bolts and washers, there is nothin' he would waste
Yes, in my old man's shed, everything must have its place

Well, that man could build the Taj Mahal with nails, clips and glue
If somethin' ever broke, he knew exactly what to do
And I would watch him at that workbench in a state of grace
Yes, and everything he touched, it was meticulously placed

Well, there were ropes and there were ladders, there were brushes, there were leads
And a poster on the fridge when the Dragons won in '63
I'd try and borrow somethin' and leave without a trace
Well, every tool, it had an outline, everything must have its place

Well, yes, he tried to educate me but I never quite could see
'Cause he had so many chisels, how many chisels do you need?
Oh, of all these nuts and bolts and washers, there is nothin' he would waste
Yes, in my old man's shed, everything, it had its place

Then suddenly it struck me, I knew exactly what to do
I opened up a jam jar and I emptied out the screws
And then I poured the old man's ashes in with a smile upon my face
And then I left him there within the shed, everything must have its place

Well, yes, he tried to educate me and finally I see
When you find your place within the world, how happy you can be
Oh, of all these nuts and bolts and washers, there is nothin' we should waste
Yes, in my old man's shed, everything must have its place

In my old man’s shed, everything has got its place
In my old man’s shed, he found his final resting place

Youtube clip

--Stewie.


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Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook
From: Stewie
Date: 25 May 21 - 09:51 PM

SYRIA
(Donna Simpson)

Nails and bombs and dying son, daughter is nearly three
Give a man my coin, take a boat with my family
I’ve heard all about the sunshine, but all I'm seeing is rain, rain, rain
Raining bombs upon our home - cannot return again

What’s a man to do, what’s a man to do
When everything’s been taken from you
What’s a man to do, what’s a man to do
Nails and bombs and a dying son, what’s a man to do

I know nothing of the ocean, I’ve been reared a farming man
Chin up above the water until your feet hit the sand
We’re floating in the darkness, now they are talking about tides , tides , tides
I’ve got everything to lose, my wife and children by my side

What’s a man to do, what’s a man to do
When everything has been taken from you
What’s a man to do, what’s a man to do
Nails and bombs and a dying son, what’s a man to do

Life’s my God-given right, God damn this holy war
Don’t know who they are fighting against, don’t know who they are fighting for
I spend my time praying to God, praying for peace, peace, peace..
What’s the use of praying to God if my God ain’t hearing me

What’s a man to do, what’s a man to do
When everything has been taken from you
What’s a man to do, what’s a man to do
Nails and bombs and a dying son, what’s a man to do

Pray, pray, pray …

Yutube clip

--Stewie.


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Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook
From: GerryM
Date: 24 May 21 - 12:35 AM

That's Australia
Lyrics: Dennis Watkin
Tune: Chris Harriott

There's a country road, somewhere back of Bourke,
Where flies the size of a dingo like to lurk.
Locals swear they've been there,
Can't tell you how to get there,
But sure as hell they will tell you where to go.
That's Australia! x2

There's a farm down South where kangaroos can speak,
And cows meow like a tomcat that's on heat.
You won't find a drover,
Just an old Land Rover,
And a bloke with a camera making docos on the cheap.
That's Australia! x2

From East to West across this land, as they sip their favorite brew,
You'll hear folks tell the strangest tales, and swear to God...that they're all true.

There's this crocodile in a Northern creek
That takes a break from eating tourist once a week.
He likes a change of diet,
So weekly on the quiet
You'll find him drinking mineral water neat.
That's Australia! x2

There's a jackaroo who told me that he knew
A bloke who choked on a dish of rabbit stew.
He died and went to Heaven,
Came back at half past seven,
And told his mate ... there was nothing there to do.
That's Australia! x2

From East to West across this land, as they sip their favorite brew,
You'll hear folks tell the strangest tales, and swear to God...that they're all true.

That's Australia! Everyone's got a story or two.
That's Australia! Everyone swears their shaggy dog story is true.

This was the theme song for a program on Australian TV in 1988.
Recording by John Derum, the emcee of the program, backed by The Bushwackers.


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Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook
From: Stewie
Date: 23 May 21 - 07:41 PM

888
(The Currency)

You said you'd meet me at the corner
Of Russell and Victoria
When I arrived you weren't there
So I opened up the bottle
Of red I brought to share
And sat upon the monument stairs
It says here
Of battles fought and won
It says here
Of victories a long time coming
An eight hour day
An honest working wage
It's just history

Sitting on the steps of the Eight Hour Monument
Drinking my day away
Sitting on the steps of the Eight Hour Monument
Thinking what would the ghosts of our great-grandparents say

Across the road Trades Hall
And behind me the Old Melbourne Gaol
I bought a souvenir mug
To drink out of
With the death mask of Edward Kelly
It says here
Ned's parting words
It' says here
"Such is life!"
Where the heavens are you, what the hell am I to do
And how on earth did it end up this way?
It's just history

Sitting on the steps of the Eight Hour Monument
Drinking my day away
Sitting on the steps of the Eight Hour Monument
Thinking what would the ghosts of our great-grandparents say

Youtube clip

--Stewie.


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Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook
From: rich-joy
Date: 23 May 21 - 12:56 AM

Despite a love of folk songs featuring the historical practices of Whaling, many of us were also part of the 60s-70s campaigns to try and stop the slaughter of these extraordinary, intelligent and sentient beings on this planet - or, at least many remember those times.   Apparently this song was used by the International Whaling Commission to assist in the campaign to stop International Whaling, but so far I’ve not found the info on-line to corroborate this …..


THE WHALES ARE SINGING TO ME (A WHALER’S LAMENT)

Kevin Johnson

I went to sea; there were no other choices for me
A Whaling ship – what greater adventure could there possibly be
The first day out we found them; circled our ships around them
Fired our harpoons till the sea ran red
In no time at all, those whales were dead.

We towed them in; oh how we drank that night at The Sailor’s Inn
Singing whaling songs, as the Captain played on his violin
But drinking was something I’d never known
So I staggered back to the ship alone
As drunk as a young man could ever be, listening to the night around me.

Was it the sound of the violin, drifting in on the cool night wind
Or was it something that came from the moon (?)
Could it be? That whales were singing to me
Perhaps they sung of those terrible things I’d done.

I have to say, when I look back over that dreadful day
There was treachery, that hadn’t really occurred to me
There seemed to be a kind of trust, as though they had nothing to fear from us
We got so close like we were friends, but then
We slaughtered them.

It wasn’t the sound of a violin, drifting in on the cool night wind
No, it was something that came from the moon, yet to me
Those whales were singing to me
Now they sung of the terrible things I’d done.

I left the sea, there were no other choices for me
A Whaling ship – what greater misfortune could there possibly be
And now I’m as old as a man can be, even today it’s still haunting me
Though my deeds have long since gone, sadly I see
It still goes on.

Now the Captain plays on his violin and I walk by the sea in the cool night wind
And I hear something that calls from the moon, has to be
The whales are singing to me, those things we’ve done
Of those terrible things we’ve done.


https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yoiHgTrWb0o&t=12s
an illustrative film clip with a recording from Kevin Johnson’s 2018 album entitled “Milestones 1”, but I think the song is much earlier.
Also, there are a few words I am having difficulty discerning!
I’ve not found the song’s provenance currently online. If anyone can assist, I’d be grateful.


Cheers, R-J
(who still has her LP of Dr Roger Payne's iconic recording of "Songs of the Humpback Whale" 1970 :)

https://www.theguardian.com/environment/2020/dec/31/calls-from-the-deep-do-we-need-to-save-the-whales-all-over-again   :   "Calls from the deep: do we need to Save the Whales all over again?" 1st Jan2021


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Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook
From: Stewie
Date: 22 May 21 - 09:38 PM

SHOULD I DUMP YOU SOMEWHERE PRIVATE
(Andrew London)

In spite of all our efforts, it’s apparent now to me
our romance just hasn’t blossomed like it should
despite a dozen dates and dinners disillusionment decrees
that our directions deviate, we have divergent destinies

And so it falls to me I guess to do the decent thing
before we’re inextricably entwined
I hope you’ll soon get over it and we can still be friends
with benefits perhaps if you’re inclined

Should I dump you somewhere private or in a neutral public place.
etiquette says gentlemen of breeding should always do it face to face
should I opt for somewhere open, shunning small cafes and bars
could be an awkward silence after, should we maybe take two cars?

Should I take you to a restaurant, will you react with some reserve?
I’ll try and get the whole thing over just before the mains are served
I understand you’ll be downhearted and your feelings may be hurt
but such a shame to let a tantrum ruin both of our desserts

Could I ‘unfriend’ you on Facebook, send a text in lower case
or an email to your office with a little smiley face?
No, there’s just no way around it, it’s a job that must be done
can we meet at 12 tomorrow – you’ll be back at work by one

Should I take you to a sad movie, betray my sensitivity
Because then you’d be upset already, but not directly cos of me
should I dump you somewhere private or in a neutral public place
Oh, look, there’s a message on my cellphone – well I’d have done it face to face

Youtube clip

--Stewie.


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Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook
From: Stewie
Date: 20 May 21 - 08:49 PM

SAM GRIFFITH
(Anon)

One night while lying on my bunk
In my humble six by eight
I dreamt I saw Sam Griffith
With a darkie for a mate
I thought I met them travelling
On a dreary Queensland track
And Sam was decorated with
A collar-fashioned pack

I thought that it was summertime
And Sam had o’er his eyes
A little piece of muslim
To protect him from the flies
Through his boots his toes were shining
And his feet looked very sore
I knew his heels were blistered
From the Alberts that he wore

When Sam saw me coming towards them
He sat down upon his swag
Said he, ‘Look here, stranger
Got much water in your bag?
We are victimised by squatters
For we are two union men’
And Sam had on as usual
His same old polished grin

Said I, ‘Look here, Sammie Griffith
You have a flamin’ cheek
If you want a drink of water
You can get it from the creek
As for the South Sea Islander
I do not wish him ill
For well I know, poor devil
He’s here against his will’

‘You said, with wife and family
One time you’d emigrate
If they did not stop kanakas
That was in eighty-eight
You spoke against black labour then
And talked of workers’ rights
You spoke from lips but not from heart
Australia for the whites’

‘You should loaf to those you crawl to
The sugar-growing push
For you’re hated and detested
By the workers in the bush
They might give you some easy billets
Such as boots and shoes to clean
Or driving the kanakas as
They work amongst the cane’

I thought Sam jumped up
Froth around his mouth like spray
Said he, ‘My agitator
Just let me have a say
I remember you at Longreach
How you did hoot and groan
I believe you would have mobbed me
But for Constable Malone’

I thought Sam tried to rush me
A shape before my face
But I got home the LaBlanche swing
And gave him coup-de-grace
The darkie raised his tomahawk
And gave a savage scream
Then all at once I wakened up
And found it all a dream

John Meredith recorded this in 1953 from then 81-year-old Jack Luscombe who had picked up his songs from various shearing sheds.

Audio of Meredith recording

Sir Samuel Griffith was Premier of Queensland and first Chief Justice of the High Court of Australia. He won his election largely on his policy of preventing the importation of kanaka labour. His policy was inoperative but the practice was brought under some control.

Sir Samuel Griffith

Some trivia:

LaBlanche swing, also known as the "pivot blow" or "La Blanche pivot" was named after middleweight George LaBlanche, who reportedly used it to knock out Nonpareil Jack Dempsey (John Edward Kelly) in their 1889 bout. The 'Tacoma News Tribune', a Washington newspaper, described the punch in 1919: 'This blow is delivered by closing the eyes, turning rapidly on one heel and letting the right go at random'.

I couldn't find any reference to 'Alberts' on the Net. The term could relate to the Balmoral boot which was a favourite of Prince Albert. A shearer would perhaps surmise that it was the type of boot that Sam Griffith would wear. I found this on a site relating to the history of boots:

The Balmoral boot (or Bal) was originally designed for Prince Albert and consisted of a close fitting lace up boot, similar to those worn by today's wrestlers. They could be front or side lacing and acted as a galosh to protect the feet from the wet gorse. The upper section of the toe box was treated with water proofing. Queen Victoria must have approved because she had several pairs made and wore them regularly. Possibly because Prince Albert expressed a liking for the style because it had a slendering effect. Balmoral boots became popular with both men and women.

--Stewie.


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Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook
From: Stewie
Date: 19 May 21 - 08:13 PM

Staying on the subject of women in the bush, here's a good'un from the Prickle Farmer.

LETTER TO NARELLE
(Mike Hayes)

She sits down by the light of the kerosene lantern
And wearily brushes the moths from the glass
Takes her pen in her hand and she starts on a letter
To her girlfriend Narelle back at home from the past

They had grown up as one, they were schoolgirls together
Til time and the pull of her heart changed her life
Took her far far away from her friend and the city
To this bare backblocks kingdom she now rules as a wife

And she writes:
Dear Narelle, the drought's getting worse now
And I don't know if we're gonna make it this time
And I've been on my own since my man went a-droving
But, apart from these dust storms, everything's been fine

But oh dear Narelle, I wish you could be here
When the rain finally falls and the country turns green
And the wind moves the hills in an ocean of grasslands
And the gulleys sing loud with the song of the stream

And she writes how she misses the kids, off at school now
But she knows that it's better that they're both away
And she hopes the supply truck comes in with some stores soon
'Cos there's just one or two things that she ran out of today

And she writes:
Dear Narelle, it's been almost three years now
Since I shopped in the city or took in a show
But when my man's back and the bank gives us credit
He's promised me this time we'll definitely go

But oh dear Narelle, I wish you could see him
As he rides through the gate when the rains finally fall
With his old hat thrown back and his eyes warm and smiling
These long months on my own just won't matter at all

And oh dear Narelle, you should be here at sundown
When the easterly breeze hunts the heat from the day
And the stars shine like diamonds in a sky of black velvet
And I'm glad that my city life's far far away

And the moon rises softly like a far away bushfire
And I'm glad that my city life's far far away

Youtube clip

--Stewie.


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Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook
From: Stewie
Date: 19 May 21 - 02:28 AM

R-J, he has written some fine songs. Thanks for posting the links.

--Stewie.


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Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook
From: rich-joy
Date: 18 May 21 - 11:15 PM

Good one, Stew - Thanks!    Just reading the lyrics had me in tears!

Here is a documentary on the great Kev Carmody, whom many regard as our best ever Aussie songwriter : https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YzaZkjJL5E0

In this version by Paul Kelly & Co, we see and hear from Kev about his early life and him writing this song to help depict his Mum and the women of that era - their lives and and inner strength and dignity : https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tR4ioLnFWq4


R-J


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Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook
From: Stewie
Date: 18 May 21 - 10:19 PM

DROVING WOMAN
(Kev Carmody)

She buried him down on the edge of town
Where the brigalow suckers on the cemetery creep
She stood with them children in a heavy brown gown
What you want you just can't always keep

"I'm sorry", I says, "I knew him so well"
Though your body is young you just never can tell
When the hand of fate rings the final death knell"
She just turned with the saddest of smiles

She says "At the start well we knewed it so hard
We were always dealt the severest of cards
Honeymoon spent droving Jamieson's stock
Through the wildest winter you seen

Romantic notions of horses and land
They were soon dispelled as a fantasised dream
Watching cattle at night in the mid-winter cold
Turns a person, both wiry and old

The flame of the breakfast fire'd be dead
As the sun rose up he'd be miles up ahead
I'd be breaking the camp there and rolling the beds
While he fanned the stock wider for feed

When the weather turned sour with the onset of rain
An' the truck'd bog down to the axle mains
He'd move ahead with pack saddles and chains
And I'd wait in the mud by the road

With the blankets and canvas there hung out to dry
With nothing for heat 'cause you couldn't light a fire
With no stock permit for the forthcoming shire
The dog'd whimper in the winter wind rain

Cattle don't camp where they're sloshing in rain
They keep walking all night like a dog on a chain
He'd be red eyed and weary with a pack horse gone lame
I'd sit miles behind in the mud

It was down through Charleville up to Julia Creek
Living on syrup and damper and salted corn meat
We had nothing but the ‘roos and the mailman to meet
We'd move up and down with the rains

But them inland skies have the starriest of nights
With the dance of the fire throwing flickering lights
The beauty of it's sunsets were a constant delight
I felt that nature had let me intrude

The enormous vastness of them inland plains
Gives you a lonely contentment to which you can't put a name
It's satisfied glow city folks seldom attain
They spend life on a right rigid rail

The kids got their schooling from the government mail
We posted their work in at each cattle sale
They considered the learning a self imposed jail
They'd rather help their father and fail

Early last month at the end of the dry
He was given a horse nobody could ride
Alert were his ears with a fire in his stride
He was young and his spirit was wild

To catch him each morning was an hour long battle
We had to collar rope his near side to throw on the saddle
He'd bite and he'd strike, he made my nerves rattle
Pandemonium reigned with each ride

It was a hot summers' mornin' at the government bore
There was stillness around that I'd never felt before
How could he know it was fate at his door
That was stealthily watchin' his moves

He mounted up quick taking slack from the reins
Grasped a full hand of hair from the horses long mane
He'd just hit the saddle when the horse went insane
Churning dust in a frenzy of fear

The girth on the saddle let go at the ring
The surcingle slipped it was impossible to cling
The horse felt it go made a desperate fling
He was thrown to the length of the reins

I heard his spine snap like a ‘roo shooters' shot
He'd busted his back on the concreted trough
Sickness and fear were the feelings I got
For the doctor was a six hour drive

I looked at his face and his colour turned white
He turned slowly and said "I can't make it till night
My body is broken, I'm bleedin' inside"
And the life slowly drained from his eyes

I'll sell up the plant and I'll move here to town
Before the winter returns with a chill on the ground
For what I've just lost can seldom be found
I was blessed with the gentlest of men

Eventually the children will move to the east
But I couldn't stand the bustle of even a quiet city street
I'll stay in the scrub here where my heart really beats
For some dogs grow too old for change

Youtube clip

--Stewie.


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Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook
From: rich-joy
Date: 18 May 21 - 08:25 PM

OVER THE HILLS AND FAR AWAY

Kevin Johnson

Throwing stones at the embassy, policeman come and arrested me
Paper at the university, said I was a hero,
And the wise old judge that I went before, wouldn’t believe what I did it for
Said this is no way to stop the war,
But, how the hell would he know?

Singing songs of dissolution, ban the bomb and beat pollution
Writing on walls about a revolution, that’s guaranteed to grow,
And I see on the news some identity, with an old man’s views on society
Said there’s no room for guys like me,
But, how the hell would he know?

CHORUS
Over the hills and far away
I’m gonna understand one day
What the other half believe in, if they’re real or just deceiving
So until I find that day
I’ll go along my way
And I’ll look back on my life and I’ll know I lived it right.

Lying down across the roadway, almost lasted out the whole day
Drivers trying but there was no way left for them to go,
And the wise old judge that we went before, wouldn’t believe what we did it for
Said this is no way to help the poor,
But, how the hell would he know?

CHORUS

1995 came quickly, crept right up and now it’s hit me
Seems the mayor of a busy city, don’t know where the days go,
Build a bridge and move the highway, spend the rest and mend the byways
Someone wrote things across my driveway, and someone broke my windows,
And I see on the news some identity, with a young man’s views on society
Said there’s no room for guys like me,
But, how the hell would he know.

FINAL CHORUS
Over the hills and far away, I’m gonna understand one day
What the other half believe in, if it’s real or just deceiving
So until I find that day, I’ll go along my way
And I’ll look back on my life and I’ll know I lived it right.
Over the hills and far away, merrily on my way…..


https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Py8yU2hiY28

KEVIN JOHNSON album : “A Man of the 20th Century”

KEVIN JOHNSON website : https://www.rocknrolligaveyou.com/

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kevin_Johnson_(singer)    KEVIN JOHNSON : WIKI BIO



R-J


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Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook
From: rich-joy
Date: 18 May 21 - 08:21 PM

KEDRON BROOK

Kevin Johnson

In the last light of evening sun, when summer grasses spoke of early dew
I took an unfamiliar turning,
And so I wandered
In the power of some strange subconscious yearning,
Down the turnings and the twistings of the road
Till the sun was gone from the distant hill
And Kedron Brook seemed strangely still.

1st REF.
Visions of sunsets and soft summer skies
Like cellophane papers that danced in my eyes
Echoes of footsteps that wandered their way
Through the last, lonely lights of the day,
Feelings of feelings that sent my head reeling just wondering how it could be
That the feelings of something so strangely confusing were strangely familiar to me
Like the feeling of something I seemed to recall, but I couldn’t remember it all
The feeling as though I had stepped through a door
And I knew I had been there before.

2nd REF.
When the gentry were waltzing to the gentle maxinas
And the hansom cabs swayed, like young ballerinas
And life was as sweet as an old concertina, that rattled its way through a holiday,
When the night was the sight of the weary lamplighters
And the crowded marquees of the bare-fisted fighters
And the bustles and bows of the Saturday nighters, were rustling their way through a Saturday,
When the world twirled around to an old-fashioned sound, and the seasons were young in the ground
Did I once stand there at Kedron Brook
Watching the sun going down?


https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rluy2hta5y0

KEVIN JOHNSON album - “Rock&Roll, I Gave You All the Best Years of My Life”

KEVIN JOHNSON website : https://www.rocknrolligaveyou.com/

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kevin_Johnson_(singer)   KEVIN JOHNSON – WIKI BIO



R-J


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Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook
From: Sandra in Sydney
Date: 17 May 21 - 10:34 PM

BYE BYE AWARDS ©1996 Bernard Carney

Audio

Since the Libs and Nats got in
Unions take it on the chin Bye Bye awards
Johnny Howard have no fear
Will whip the workforce into gear
Bye Bye awards
No more extra rates for working over
Businesses will soon be all in clover
Workers working extra hours
Management with extra powers
Unions Bye Bye

I just can't wait for the day
To argue for my weekly pay bye bye awards
When I feel a rise is due I'll make my bargaining debut
Bye Bye awards
And if I want employment to stay in tact
Better sign the individual contract
Divide and conquer that's the trick
Work conditions get the flick
Unions Bye Bye

Pre-strike ballots sent to undermine me
If I refuse maybe they would fine me
I'm free to choose in this dispute
Choose these rates or get the boot
Unions Bye Bye

So hoist the flag of profits high
Upon the good ship enterprise Bye Bye awards
Democracy defiled deflowered
That's the word from Johnny Howard
Bye Bye awards
The razor gang is sure to make you nervous
Especially if you're in the public service
So just to keep your budget right
You'll be working late tonight
Unions Bye Bye - no way
'Cos unions won't die


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Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook
From: Sandra in Sydney
Date: 17 May 21 - 09:32 PM

PERCENTAGE GAMES by John Warner, 05/11/11, Tune: Calon Lan [Trad Welsh], Simpler version of the tune “Miner’s Life”

Audio

One per cent plays games with money,
One per cent is in control,
One per cent controls our labour,
One per cent can buy our souls,
One per cent is greedy bankers,
One per cent plays stocks and shares,
One per cent owns starving nations,
They’re not one per cent that cares.

Ninety-nine per cent are angry,
Ninety-nine per cent declare
To the one per cent who own us,
Cut your profits, pay your share.

One per cent can ground an airline,
Hack computers, bug your phones,
One per cent has no compassion,
For the world it thinks it owns
Ninety-nine per cent are workers,
Unemployed or over aged,
With the rising cost of living,
Ninety-nine per cent enraged.

Ninety-nine per cent are angry,
Ninety-nine per cent declare
To the one per cent who own us,
Cut your profits, pay your share.

Pay the taxes you’ve avoided,
On our resources, pay the rent,
Cut the interest, increase wages,
Give us ninety-nine per cent.
One per cent had better listen,
One percent, let go of power,
Ninety-nine per cent have risen,
We’re prepared to seize the hour.


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Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook
From: Sandra in Sydney
Date: 17 May 21 - 09:11 PM

JUSTICE DELAYED by John Warner 1998. Tune: Mixture of Muckin' o' Geordie's Byre and Bonnie Dundee/Billy of Tea

Audio

Justice delayed is justice denied,
Four judges have ruled that the right's on our side,
Now give us our jobs back and fling the gates wide,
For justice delayed is justice denied.

We've maintained the peace as we stood for our right,
They brought in the dogs and armed thugs for the fight.
They went to the courts and the courts ruled our way,
Why are we still standing outside today?

It's comic to hear business men crying poor,
They can't pay fair wages yet they pay for the law,
The law goes against them, as rightly it ought,
And still they have money to try the next court.

They say they can't pay us, the company's broke,
And we'd all be laughing except it's no joke.
They're still paying scabs on the big hired bus,
But they've stripped all the assets, there's no cash for us.

We're sick of injunctions, we're sick of the wait,
While scabs wreck equipment we see through the gate.
Our trust in the law's wearing weary and thin,
It's time to do justice and let us back in.

Visit John on the web at: www.folkjohnwarner.com

John and Margaret sing the song on the MUA Centenary CD "With These Arms"


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Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook
From: Stewie
Date: 16 May 21 - 09:27 PM

WARNING: This song contains offensive elements.

This is from Stewart and Keesing's 'Old Bush Songs'. It was supplied by the late Bill Harney. Ron Edwards also collected it from Harney in 1957 and included it in his big book. It has been recorded by Ted Egan who also sang it in Keith McKendry's 'White on Black' themed concert that was mentioned in an earlier post. Bill Harney said that the song was composed by Jim Burgoin, a Territorian, in the 1930s. (The name is spelled 'Burgoyne' in S&K's book). As noted by Edwards, the final stanza refers to the an Aboriginal tree burial, a custom that persisted among some tribes until relatively recent times.

Ted Egan and Bill Harney's son, Bill Yidumduma Harney, will be sharing their stories and experiences at the 50th Top Half Folk Festival next month.

THE DALY RIVER-O!
(Jim Burgoin)

Now come all you sports that want a bit of fun.
Roll up your swags and pack up a gun,
Get a little bit of flour and sugar and tea,
And don’t forget a gallon of Gordon’s O.P.
And crank up your lizzie and come along with me,
And I’ll show you such sights that you never did see,
Down on the Daly River-O! .

There was Wallaby George, there was Charlie Dargie,
There was Old Skinny Davis, there was Jimmy Pan Kwee,
The Tipperary Pong and old Paree
And where’er you may roam you will find yourself at home,
For they are noted for their hospitality.
You are wakened in the morn, and your heart’s full of glee,
With a little dark maid and a pannikin of tea,
And she’ll give you such a welcome that you don’t want to go,
Away from the Daly River-O!

Now I saw a buffalo and a fat Chinee
Run a dead heat to the foot of a tree,
The chinaman flew, he didn’t feel the ruts,
Till the buffalo stopped with a bullet in the guts,
And the wild birds rose at the sound of the gun,
And the water dropped a foot in the silver billabong,
With ducks, geese and feathers, you couldn’t see the sun,
Down on the Daly River-O!

Well the buffalo kicked, we poured in the lead,
We killed him ten times to make sure he was dead,
Then we out with our knives and we all hopped in,
Two whites, a chow, five blacks and a gin,
We ripped him up the backbone, we slit him up the guts,
We took little fancy tit-bits, funny fancy cuts,
Then we cranked up the Lizzie and shouted “Right-oh !”
All aboard for the Daly River-O!

Now I saw a black man sitting in a tree,
The crows had picked his eyes out so he couldn’t see,
(And never and never a word spoke he,)
For he was as dead as dead could be.
He was just about ripe, the smell was high,
Like a billabong of fish when the water goes dry,
When Dargie threw a gibber that hit him in the mush,
And the native went “Phoosh” and we all went bush,
Down by the Daly River-O!

Ted has made some minor alterations in his rendition.

Youtube clip

--Stewie.


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Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook
From: Stewie
Date: 15 May 21 - 10:33 PM

SAINT PETER
(H.Lawson/P.Duggan)

Now, I think there is a likeness 'twixt St Peter's life and mine
For he did a lot of trampin' long ago in Palestine
He was union when the workers first began to organise
And I'm glad that old St Peter keeps the gate of paradise

When the ancient agitator and his brothers carried swags
I've no doubt they very often tramped with empty tucker-bags
And I'm glad he's heaven's picket, for I hate explainin' things
And he'll think a union ticket just as good as Whitely King's

When I reach the great head-station that is somewhere 'off the track'
I won't want to talk with angels who have never been outback
They might bother me with offers of a banjo meanin' well
Or a pair of wings to fly with when I only want a spell

I'll just ask for old St Peter and I know when he appears
I will only have to tell him that I carried swag for years
'I've been on the track,' I'll tell him, 'and I done the best I could'
And he'll understand me better than the other angels would

He won't try to get a chorus out of lungs that's worn to rags
Or to graft the wings on shoulders that is stiff with humpin' swags
But I'll rest about the station where the work-bell never rings
Till they blow the final trumpet and the Great Judge sees to things

I first came across this Lawson poem on Alan Scott and Keith McKenry's 'Travelling through the storm' album. Unfortunately, that rendition is not available on YT.

Whitely King was the secretary of the Pastoralists’ Union of New South Wales, an employers’ body established in 1890 to further the interests of farmers, especially with their dealings with labour unions.

Youtube clip

--Stewie.


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Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook
From: Sandra in Sydney
Date: 15 May 21 - 09:30 AM

500 YEARS - Written by Peter Klein arranged by Patrick Harte. Inspired by a tree that was planted when a church was built in the 1600's in England. The church had a fire in the 1980's and the tree was used to rebuild the roof. Long term planning- we need more of it!

video - Ecopella

Oh ya gotta think five hundred years from now
Plant a tree today and put it in the ground
Ya gotta water it and nurture it and watch it grow
Be gentle with the earth 'cause we all know...

Five hundred years from now
Make a plan today and take it to town
We want the rivers to flow, trees to be tall
Ya gotta think big and not too small

We want the water to sparkle, fish to swim Birds to fly high, it isn't a sin
Trees to be tall, the forests to grow Ya gotta think big and let it flow
Ya gotta think five hundred years from now,
       plant a tree today and put it in the ground
Ya gotta water it and nurture it and watch it grow
Be gentle with the earth 'cause we all know

That it's your great great great great,
Great great great great grand kids Who'll see what you do
It's your great great great great, Great great great great grand kids
Who'll love what you do Five hundred years from now...

You know I heard a politician just the other day
He said: "We'll plan for three years and that should be okay
We'll dig a huge hole in the ground
And see how much uranium can be found

Turn the sky purple, make the earth explode
Lots of money in the bank, yeah, that's the way to go
'Cause all I really care about is my next election plan
Five hundred years I just don't understand!"
Ya gotta think five hundred years from now...
            Five hundred years starts...       now!

from Ecopella's 2nd CD - 'Songs in the Key of Green' available from www.cdbaby.com/cd/ecopella2


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Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook
From: Sandra in Sydney
Date: 15 May 21 - 09:19 AM

LET'S PRETEND - that climate change is not happening: a song about climate denial Words: Geoff Francis 2011 Melody: Peter Hicks 2011, Arranged: Miguel Heatwole 2012 as sung by Ecopella at the Short and Sweet vocal competition at Chatswood, Sydney 15th March 2015.

video - Ecopella sings Let's pretend.

Lyrics:
Let's pretend it isn't happening. Let's pretend it isn't true,
let's pretend that we can go on just the way we used to do.
Let's pretend that cutting carbon ten percent or maybe five
will be enough to shape a climate that our children can survive

Let's pretend that giving handouts to those polluters who are worst
will in some strange way save our future from forever being cursed
Let's pretend it isn't happening. Let's pretend it isn't true,
let's pretend that we can go on just the way we used to do.

Let's pretend that there's a method of burning coal that's clear and clean
Let's pretend that nuclear power is safer than it's ever been
Let's pretend that turning lights down and giving plastic bags away
by itself is all that's needed to usher in a brighter day

Let's pretend that growing output more and more and more each year
is our best hope for tomorrow rather than our deepest fear.
Let's pretend it isn't happening. Let's pretend it isn't true,
let's pretend that we can go on just the way we used to do.

Let's pretend that Tony Abbot isn't really all that bad
let's pretend for just one moment that he isn't barking mad
Let's pretend the sun goes 'round the earth. let's pretend the Earth is flat.
That those scientists don't know anything and that climate change is crap.

Let's pretend it isn't happening. Let's pretend it isn't true,
let's pretend that we can go on just the way we used to do.


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Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook
From: Sandra in Sydney
Date: 15 May 21 - 06:51 AM

THE MAN FROM IRONBARK by Banjo Paterson, music by Wallis & Matilda

video - Walls & Matilda

It was the man from Ironbark who struck the Sydney town,
He wandered over street and park, he wandered up and down.
He loitered here, he loitered there, till he was like to drop,
Until at last in sheer despair he sought a barber’s shop.
‘ ’Ere! shave my beard and whiskers off, I’ll be a man of mark,
I’ll go and do the Sydney toff up home in Ironbark.’

The barber man was small and flash, as barbers mostly are,
He wore a strike-your-fancy sash, he smoked a huge cigar;
He was a humorist of note and keen at repartee,
He laid the odds and kept a ‘tote’, whatever that may be,
And when he saw our friend arrive, he whispered, ‘Here’s a lark!
Just watch me catch him all alive, this man from Ironbark.’

There were some gilded youths that sat along the barber’s wall.
Their eyes were dull, their heads were flat, they had no brains at all;
To them the barber passed the wink, his dexter eyelid shut,
‘I’ll make this bloomin’ yokel think his bloomin’ throat is cut.’
And as he soaped and rubbed it in he made a rude remark:
‘I s’pose the flats is pretty green up there in Ironbark.’

A grunt was all the reply he got; he shaved the bushman’s chin,
Then made the water boiling hot and dipped the razor in.
He raised his hand, his brow grew black, he paused awhile to gloat,
Then slashed the red-hot razor-back across his victim’s throat;
Upon the newly-shaven skin it made a livid mark —
No doubt it fairly took him in — the man from Ironbark.

He fetched a wild up-country yell might wake the dead to hear,
And though his throat, he knew full well, was cut from ear to ear,
He struggled gamely to his feet, and faced the murd’rous foe:
‘You’ve done for me! you dog, I’m beat! one hit before I go!
‘I only wish I had a knife, you blessed murdering shark!
‘But you’ll remember all your life the man from Ironbark.’

He lifted up his hairy paw, with one tremendous clout
He landed on the barber’s jaw, and knocked the barber out.
He set to work with nail and tooth, he made the place a wreck;
He grabbed the nearest gilded youth, and tried to break his neck.
And all the while his throat he held to save his vital spark,
And ‘Murder! Bloody Murder!’ yelled the man from Ironbark.

A peeler man who heard the din came in to see the show;
He tried to run the bushman in, but he refused to go.
And when at last the barber spoke, and said ‘’Twas all in fun —
‘’Twas just a little harmless joke, a trifle overdone.’
‘A joke!’ he cried, ‘By George, that’s fine; a lively sort of lark;
‘I’d like to catch that murdering swine some night in Ironbark.’

He raised his hand, his brow grew black, he paused awhile to gloat,
Then slashed the red-hot razor-back across his victim’s throat;
Upon the newly-shaven skin it made a livid mark —
No doubt it fairly took him in — the man from Ironbark.

He fetched a wild up-country yell might wake the dead to hear,
And though his throat, he knew full well, was cut from ear to ear,
He struggled gamely to his feet, and faced the murd’rous foe:
‘You’ve done for me! you dog, I’m beat! one hit before I go!
‘I only wish I had a knife, you blessed murdering shark!
‘But you’ll remember all your life the man from Ironbark.’

He lifted up his hairy paw, with one tremendous clout
He landed on the barber’s jaw, and knocked the barber out.
He set to work with nail and tooth, he made the place a wreck;
He grabbed the nearest gilded youth, and tried to break his neck.
And all the while his throat he held to save his vital spark,
And ‘Murder! Bloody Murder!’ yelled the man from Ironbark.

A peeler man who heard the din came in to see the show;
He tried to run the bushman in, but he refused to go.
And when at last the barber spoke, and said ‘’Twas all in fun —
‘’Twas just a little harmless joke, a trifle overdone.’
‘A joke!’ he cried, ‘By George, that’s fine; a lively sort of lark;
‘I’d like to catch that murdering swine some night in Ironbark.’


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Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook
From: Sandra in Sydney
Date: 15 May 21 - 06:45 AM

MULGA BILL'S BICYCLE by Banjo Paterson

video - Walls & Matilda

'Twas Mulga Bill, from Eaglehawk, that caught the cycling craze;
He turned away the good old horse that served him many days;
He dressed himself in cycling clothes, resplendent to be seen;
He hurried off to town and bought a shining new machine;
And as he wheeled it through the door, with air of lordly pride,
The grinning shop assistant said, `Excuse me, can you ride?'

`See, here, young man,' said Mulga Bill, `from Walgett to the sea,
From Conroy's Gap to Castlereagh, there's none can ride like me.
I'm good all round at everything, as everybody knows,
Although I'm not the one to talk -- I HATE a man that blows.
But riding is my special gift, my chiefest, sole delight;
Just ask a wild duck can it swim, a wild cat can it fight.
There's nothing clothed in hair or hide, or built of flesh or steel,
There's nothing walks or jumps, or runs, on axle, hoof, or wheel,
But what I'll sit, while hide will hold and girths and straps are tight:
I'll ride this here two-wheeled concern right straight away at sight.'

'Twas Mulga Bill, from Eaglehawk, that sought his own abode,
That perched above the Dead Man's Creek, beside the mountain road.
He turned the cycle down the hill and mounted for the fray,
But ere he'd gone a dozen yards it bolted clean away.
It left the track, and through the trees, just like a silver streak,
It whistled down the awful slope, towards the Dead Man's Creek.

It shaved a stump by half an inch, it dodged a big white-box:
The very wallaroos in fright went scrambling up the rocks,
The wombats hiding in their caves dug deeper underground,
As Mulga Bill, as white as chalk, sat tight to every bound.
It struck a stone and gave a spring that cleared a fallen tree,
It raced beside a precipice as close as close could be;
And then as Mulga Bill let out one last despairing shriek
It made a leap of twenty feet into the Dead Man's Creek.

'Twas Mulga Bill, from Eaglehawk, that slowly swam ashore:
He said, `I've had some narrer shaves and lively rides before;
I've rode a wild bull round a yard to win a five pound bet,
But this was the most awful ride that I've encountered yet.
I'll give that two-wheeled outlaw best; it's shaken all my nerve
To feel it whistle through the air and plunge and buck and swerve.
It's safe at rest in Dead Man's Creek, we'll leave it lying still;
A horse's back is good enough henceforth for Mulga Bill.'


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Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook
From: Stewie
Date: 14 May 21 - 11:34 PM

TO AN OLD MATE
(H.Lawson/J.Schumann)

Old Mate! In the gusty old weather
When our hopes and our troubles were new
In the years we spent in wearing out leather
I found you unselfish and true
I have gathered these songs together
For the sake of our friendship and you
And I send them along instead of the letters
I promised to write to you

I remember, Old Man, I remember
The tracks that we followed are clear
The jovial last nights of December
The solemn first days of the year
Long tramps through the clearings and timber
Short partings on platform and pier
I remember, Old Man, I remember
The tracks that we followed are clear

I can still feel the spirit that bore us
And often the old stars will shine
I remember the last spree in chorus
For the sake of that other Lang Syne,
When the tracks lay divided before us
Your path through the future and mine
I can still feel the spirit that bore us
And often the old stars will shine

You will find in these pages a trace of
That side of our past which was bright
And recognise sometimes the face of a friend
A friend who has dropped out of sight
I have gathered these songs together
For the sake of our friendship and you
And I send them along instead of the letters
I promised to write to you

As recorded by John Schumann on 'Lawson' and 'Behind the Lines' albums. He made some omissions and alterations.

The original poem

Youtube clip

--Stewie.


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Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook
From: Sandra in Sydney
Date: 14 May 21 - 11:31 PM

I've just finished watching the videos - wow! It was fantastic.

I've never had a TV & haven't seen a movie since the early 80s, & they were rare events. I occasionally watch songs on youtube, sometimes I might even binge & watch half a dozen or more ... I'm just not a watcher!

We got a TV when I was 14 & I watched bits & pieces until I moved out about 10 years later, did I say I'm just not a watcher?, but I really enjoyed the action, & also found myself wondering how today's movie makers would have done that scene as I watched the same background flashing past.

sandra (who has even been known to book acts without looking at their videos! Bookings are based on reputations, of course, we only get the best acts!!)


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Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook
From: Sandra in Sydney
Date: 14 May 21 - 11:04 PM

THE MAN FROM SNOWY RIVER by Banjo Paterson music by Wallis & Matilda

There was movement at the station, for the word had passed around
That the colt from Old Regret had got away,
And had joined the wild bush horses — he was worth a thousand pound,
So all the cracks had gathered to the fray.
All the tried and noted riders from the stations near and far
Had mustered at the homestead overnight,
For the bushmen love hard riding where the wild bush horses are,
And the stock-horse snuffs the battle with delight.

There was Harrison, who made his pile when Pardon won the cup,
The old man with his hair as white as snow;
But few could ride beside him when his blood was fairly up —
He would go wherever horse and man could go.
And Clancy of the Overflow came down to lend a hand,
No better horseman ever held the reins;
For never horse could throw him while the saddle-girths would stand,
He learnt to ride while droving on the plains.

And one was there, a stripling on a small and weedy beast,
He was something like a racehorse undersized,
With a touch of Timor pony — three parts thoroughbred at least —
And such as are by mountain horsemen prized.
He was hard and tough and wiry — just the sort that won’t say die —
There was courage in his quick impatient tread;
And he bore the badge of gameness in his bright and fiery eye,
And the proud and lofty carriage of his head.

But still so slight and weedy, one would doubt his power to stay,
And the old man said, “That horse will never do
For a long and tiring gallop — lad, you’d better stop away,
Those hills are far too rough for such as you.”
So he waited sad and wistful — only Clancy stood his friend —
“I think we ought to let him come,” he said;
“I warrant he’ll be with us when he’s wanted at the end,
For both his horse and he are mountain bred.”

“He hails from Snowy River, up by Kosciusko’s side,
Where the hills are twice as steep and twice as rough,
Where a horse’s hoofs strike firelight from the flint stones every stride,
The man that holds his own is good enough.
And the Snowy River riders on the mountains make their home,
Where the river runs those giant hills between;
I have seen full many horsemen since I first commenced to roam,
But nowhere yet such horsemen have I seen.”

So he went — they found the horses by the big mimosa clump —
They raced away towards the mountain’s brow,
And the old man gave his orders, “Boys, go at them from the jump,
No use to try for fancy riding now.
And, Clancy, you must wheel them, try and wheel them to the right.
Ride boldly, lad, and never fear the spills,
For never yet was rider that could keep the mob in sight,
If once they gain the shelter of those hills.”

So Clancy rode to wheel them — he was racing on the wing
Where the best and boldest riders take their place,
And he raced his stock-horse past them, and he made the ranges ring
With the stockwhip, as he met them face to face.
Then they halted for a moment, while he swung the dreaded lash,
But they saw their well-loved mountain full in view,
And they charged beneath the stockwhip with a sharp and sudden dash,
And off into the mountain scrub they flew.

Then fast the horsemen followed, where the gorges deep and black
Resounded to the thunder of their tread,
And the stockwhips woke the echoes, and they fiercely answered back
From cliffs and crags that beetled overhead.
And upward, ever upward, the wild horses held their way,
Where mountain ash and kurrajong grew wide;
And the old man muttered fiercely, “We may bid the mob good day,
No man can hold them down the other side.”

When they reached the mountain’s summit, even Clancy took a pull,
It well might make the boldest hold their breath,
The wild hop scrub grew thickly, and the hidden ground was full
Of wombat holes, and any slip was death.
But the man from Snowy River let the pony have his head,
And he swung his stockwhip round and gave a cheer,
And he raced him down the mountain like a torrent down its bed,
While the others stood and watched in very fear.

He sent the flint stones flying, but the pony kept his feet,
He cleared the fallen timber in his stride,
And the man from Snowy River never shifted in his seat —
It was grand to see that mountain horseman ride.
Through the stringy barks and saplings, on the rough and broken ground,
Down the hillside at a racing pace he went;
And he never drew the bridle till he landed safe and sound,
At the bottom of that terrible descent.

He was right among the horses as they climbed the further hill,
And the watchers on the mountain standing mute,
Saw him ply the stockwhip fiercely, he was right among them still,
As he raced across the clearing in pursuit.
Then they lost him for a moment, where two mountain gullies met
In the ranges, but a final glimpse reveals
On a dim and distant hillside the wild horses racing yet,
With the man from Snowy River at their heels.

And he ran them single-handed till their sides were white with foam.
He followed like a bloodhound on their track,
Till they halted cowed and beaten, then he turned their heads for home,
And alone and unassisted brought them back.
But his hardy mountain pony he could scarcely raise a trot,
He was blood from hip to shoulder from the spur;
But his pluck was still undaunted, and his courage fiery hot,
For never yet was mountain horse a cur.

And down by Kosciusko, where the pine-clad ridges raise
Their torn and rugged battlements on high,
Where the air is clear as crystal, and the white stars fairly blaze
At midnight in the cold and frosty sky,
And where around the Overflow the reedbeds sweep and sway
To the breezes, and the rolling plains are wide,
The man from Snowy River is a household word to-day,
And the stockmen tell the story of his ride.

Source:
Andrew Barton Paterson. The Man from Snowy River and Other Verses, Angus & Robertson, Sydney, 1896 [January 1896 reprinting of the October 1895 edition], pages 3-9
Previously published in: The Bulletin, 21 December 1889
Editor’s notes:
beetled = jutting or overhanging (from beetle-browed, i.e. having heavy overhanging eyebrows); not to be confused with “beetled” as in someone who has scurried off or “beetled off” (moved like a beetle)
Clancy of the Overflow = a character, who was an expert stockman, created by Banjo Paterson for his poem “Clancy of the Overflow”

2 clips from the movie Man from Snowy River (1982) directed by George Miller, posted on Youtube by Frederick Roberts. Artist - Wallis and Matilda, Album - Banjo The Bard Of The Bush - 30th Anniversary Musical Tribute to A.B. (Banjo) Paterson


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Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook
From: Sandra in Sydney
Date: 14 May 21 - 10:54 PM

A BUSH CHRISTENING by Banjo Paterson - music by Wallis & Matilda

video - Walls & Matilda

On the outer Barcoo where the churches are few,
And men of religion are scanty,
On a road never cross’d ’cept by folk that are lost,
One Michael Magee had a shanty.

Now this Mike was the dad of a ten year old lad,
Plump, healthy, and stoutly conditioned;
He was strong as the best, but poor Mike had no rest
For the youngster had never been christened.

And his wife used to cry, ‘If the darlin’ should die
‘Saint Peter would not recognize him.’
But by luck he survived till a preacher arrived,
Who agreed straightaway to baptize him.

Now the artful young rogue, while they held their collogue,
With his ear to the keyhole was listenin’,
And he muttered in fright, while his features turned white,
‘What the divil and all is this christenin’?’

He was none of your dolts, he had seen them brand colts,
And it seemed to his small understanding,
If the man in the frock made him one of the flock,
It must mean something very like branding.

So away with a rush he set off for the bush,
While the tears in his eyelids they glistened —
‘’Tis outrageous,’ says he, ‘to brand youngsters like me,
‘I’ll be dashed if I’ll stop to be christened!’

Like a young native dog he ran into a log,
And his father with language uncivil,
Never heeding the ‘praste’ cried aloud in his haste
’Come out and be christened, you divil!’

But he lay there as snug as a bug in a rug,
And his parents in vain might reprove him,
Till his reverence spoke (he was fond of a joke)
‘I’ve a notion,’ says he, ‘that’ll move him.’

‘Poke a stick up the log, give the spalpeen a prog;
‘Poke him aisy — don’t hurt him or maim him;
‘’Tis not long that he’ll stand, I’ve the water at hand,
‘As he rushes out this end I’ll name him.

‘Here he comes, and for shame, ye’ve forgotten the name —
‘Is it Patsy or Michael or Dinnis?’
Here the youngster ran out, and the priest gave a shout —
‘Take your chance, anyhow, wid ‘Maginnis’!’

As the howling young cub ran away to the scrub
Where he knew that pursuit would be risky,
The priest, as he fled, flung a flask at his head
That was labelled ‘Maginnis’s Whisky!’

And Maginnis Magee has been made a J.P.,
And the one thing he hates more than sin is
To be asked by the folk who have heard of the joke,
How he came to be christened ‘Maginnis’!

note - Previously published in: The Bulletin, 16 December 1893

Editor’s notes:
collogue = to talk privately; confer secretly
praste = a rendering of the word “priest” in an Irish accent
spalpeen = scamp or rascal; from the Irish Gaelic “spailpin”, a seasonal laborer, itinerant worker, or rascal

Wallis & Matilda on youtube


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Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook
From: Sandra in Sydney
Date: 14 May 21 - 10:47 PM

more on Wallis & Matilda, interpreters of the works of Banjo Paterson. Wallis & Matilda

Wallis & Matilda on youtube

Wallis & Matilda - links to sound clips of the 65 Paterson songs they recorded OMG, a gold min, wot a resource for singers & those of us who list songs!!

videos of 2 of these songs are on The Institute of Australian Culture Heritage, history, and heroes;, so I'll post them & maybe then resume my search for a LAWSON song I was after!

tho of course, this gold mine might have other good stuff that needs harvesting ...


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Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook
From: Sandra in Sydney
Date: 14 May 21 - 10:34 PM

just found an interesting website The Institute of Australian Culture Heritage, history, and heroes; literature, legends, and larrikins; stories, songs, and sages

CLANCY OF THE OVERFLOW by Banjo Paterson

I had written him a letter which I had, for want of better
Knowledge, sent to where I met him down the Lachlan, years ago,
He was shearing when I knew him, so I sent the letter to him,
Just "on spec", addressed as follows, "Clancy, of The Overflow".

And an answer came directed in a writing unexpected,
(And I think the same was written with a thumb-nail dipped in tar)
Twas his shearing mate who wrote it, and verbatim I will quote it:
"Clancy's gone to Queensland droving, and we don't know where he are."

In my wild erratic fancy visions come to me of Clancy
Gone a-droving "down the Cooper" where the Western drovers go;
As the stock are slowly stringing, Clancy rides behind them singing,
For the drover's life has pleasures that the townsfolk never know.

And the bush hath friends to meet him, and their kindly voices greet him
In the murmur of the breezes and the river on its bars,
And he sees the vision splendid of the sunlit plains extended,
And at night the wond'rous glory of the everlasting stars.

I am sitting in my dingy little office, where a stingy
Ray of sunlight struggles feebly down between the houses tall,
And the foetid air and gritty of the dusty, dirty city
Through the open window floating, spreads its foulness over all

And in place of lowing cattle, I can hear the fiendish rattle
Of the tramways and the buses making hurry down the street,
And the language uninviting of the gutter children fighting,
Comes fitfully and faintly through the ceaseless tramp of feet.

And the hurrying people daunt me, and their pallid faces haunt me
As they shoulder one another in their rush and nervous haste,
With their eager eyes and greedy, and their stunted forms and weedy,
For townsfolk have no time to grow, they have no time to waste.

And I somehow rather fancy that I'd like to change with Clancy,
Like to take a turn at droving where the seasons come and go,
While he faced the round eternal of the cash-book and the journal —
But I doubt he'd suit the office, Clancy, of "The Overflow".

Wallis & Matilda released their first album in 1980 and had a top 40 hit that same year with “Clancy of the Overflow”.
No wonder I remembered the tune!

video - Clancy of the Overflow (Wallis & Matilda)

Wikipedia - Wallis and Matilda are an Australian group that interpret the works of Australian bush poet, Banjo Paterson.


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Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook
From: rich-joy
Date: 14 May 21 - 06:09 AM

Yes, I believe that biography (Giants Leap) was only Part 1 :
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bPvDoMbnRH4    - d'y know if the next volume has been done??

I posted one of the 2 x YT versions of his 'Darcy Dugan' back on Jan 4th 2021 (one with his band, Home Rule and one solo).
I also obtained Darcy's posthumous autobiography from the Library - VERY interesting - crikey, between the NSW cops and Joh's QLD cops, I reckon there's not much any crims could teach 'em!!!

Following on from one of Stewie's postings earlier this year, my next project for this Songbook will be the songs about Aboriginal warriors (who should be as well-known as the colonial bushrangers!),
so Bob Campbell's Windradyne and Jimmy Governor will be included then in that batch.


Cheers, R-J


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Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook
From: Sandra in Sydney
Date: 14 May 21 - 05:10 AM

Bobby Campbell's memoir well worth reading

Bobby & John Dengate old mates from way back

Bob writes great songs & I can only find one of his songs on youtube
Bob Campbell singing Darcy Duggan - video


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Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook
From: Stewie
Date: 14 May 21 - 12:37 AM

Gerry, I presume it was you who added the note to my previous post. Thanks.

--Stewie.


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Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook
From: rich-joy
Date: 13 May 21 - 08:37 PM

Stew, I discovered Bob Campbell via Jeff Corfield! I posted Bob's song about Darcy Dugan last year sometime and I'll add his aboriginal stuff soon (ish!)
R-J


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Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook
From: Stewie
Date: 13 May 21 - 08:07 PM

Great stuff, R-J. Bob Campbell is new to me. I couldn't agree more with you comments about Australia's inaction in respect of West Papua.

ARNOLD AP
(Alan Scott)

Where the people sing in the jungle trees
The songs they’ve sung for centuries
Melanesian melodies
Arnold Ap was one of these
A small brown man in the land next door
His voice is silent, he’ll sing no more
I wonder what they killed him for
He loved his people as I love mine
The stories told in dance and rhyme
Songs that came from an older time
Who’d have thought it would be a crime?

In the year of 1968, in the United Nations a big debate
Irian Jaya is a separate state
But there might be copper and there could be gold
There’s all that timber could be cut and sold
Democracy is put on hold
Now Indonesia’s in control
And since the Indonesians came, things can never be the same
Transmigration is the game
But Arnold went around the land with a tape recorder in his hand
Taped his people and the songs they sang
Arnold Ap was a dangerous man

He sent his tapes across the sea
To Honiara and Port Morseby
Melanesian harmony
But sedition takes the strangest shape
Some find it in the music tape
Thrown in jail was Arnold’s fate
Then killed when trying to escape
But his voice is there in the evening breeze
In songs sung down the centuries
Melanesian melodies

Arnold Ap is dead and gone
His spirit lives in his people’s song
People and land and soul are one
And his name will live while the fight goes on
While the fight goes on

I have no YT clip or audio for this one. The above is my transcription from a CD by Alan Scott and Keith McKenry 'Travelling through the storm'. Unfortunately, my copy from Trad & Now came minus the booklet. I think the lyrics are accurate, but I have no idea of the stanza or even line structure. It would be great if someone could correct it.

Arnold Ap

Singing for life

--Stewie.

The booklet doesn't have the lyrics, but it has these notes, written by Keith McKenry:

In 1963 Indonesia gained control of the former Dutch colony of West New Guinea, an act given legitimacy in 1968 by a farcical plebiscite (an "Act of Free Choice") overseen by the United Nations. Since that time there has been an on-going campaign of resistance by some ethnic Papuans to Indonesian rule.

Alan was profoundly moved by the story of Arnold Ap, curator of the Papuan Collection at the Anthropological Museum of Centerwashi University in Irian Jaya. Arnold was killed by Indonesian authorities in April 1983, supposedly while trying to escape lawful custody. He had been held without charges for alleged pro-resistance activities. Seemingly however, his real crime was collecting for posterity the songs and music of his people. "That could have been me," Alan observed, and wrote this, one of his few original songs. Published in the Cornstalk Gazette, July 1990.


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Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook
From: rich-joy
Date: 13 May 21 - 07:03 PM

MR PEABODY IS STILL DESTROYING COMMUNITIES & THE ENVIRONMENT - IN AUSTRALIA TOO
Though the late-and-great John Prine sang in 1971 about the Kentucky town of Paradise, lost by strip mining to Mr Peabody’s infamous coal train, history just keeps repeating itself - and at present, Down Under in NSW :
https://www.theguardian.com/environment/2021/may/02/im-not-selling-what-happens-when-an-australian-town-is-consumed-by-a-us-coalminer
(may need to cut-and-paste - news links are being tampered with these days ...)
what happens when an Australian town is consumed by a US coalminer” (the current story of the town of Wollar) 02 May 2021


KILLER BLACK COAL MINES

Bob Campbell

Once I lived in Paradise, now I live in hell
Peabody Coal Mines are chewing my hill
Poor old Ulan’s rolling down a hole
Going down for profit and Killer Black Coal.

   Killer Black Coal Mines growing everywhere
   Killer Black Coal Mines does anybody care
   Killer Black Coal Trains coming round the bend
   Killer Black Coal Trains ripping out again.

Goodbye wombat, grey kangaroo, red-necked wallaby, emu too
Wedge-tailed eagles flapping in despair, gotta eat somewhere, doesn’t know where.

Singleton and Muswellbrook, the kids are dying young
You can taste the lead and sulphur everytime you move your tongue.
Headlights, crash sites, the miners own the road
Big trucks rolling, lungs on overload.

   Shit creek, Cripple Creek, spoil? everywhere
   The mountains are a moonscape, valleys dead and bare.
   Shit creek, Cripple Creek - does anybody care
   That the mountains are a moonscape, valleys dead and bare.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cNFWT-BGJLw sung here by Bob Campbell, with additional commentary by members of the affected coal communities in the historic Gulgong vicinity.

See more about Bob’s history and longtime musical endeavours AND the stories behind this song, at http://www.fiddlerbob.com/killer-black-coal.html    :

"Killer Black Coal Mines was written by Bob Campbell [c.2011] a local musician of Ulan near Mudgee NSW Australia. Bob's song portrays what is happening in small communities in many parts of the world as the coal mining companies rip apart beautiful valleys and caring communities. Families dreams shattered as land is grabbed from under them. Not everyone though, only some properties are picked out and made large offers. With no options, those left behind with worthless land must also suffer the indignities of noise, air and aesthetic pollution.
In the Ulan, Moolarben, Wilpinjong and Bylong Valleys they all adjoin national parks, so there is obviously many plants and animals threatened and killed. Road kill is astounding when you have this much industry adjoining national parks.”


https://changingtimes.media/2017/09/19/coal-mining-devastates-villages-and-cultural-heritage-in-australias-hunter-valley/
Coal mining devastates villages and cultural heritage in Australia’s Hunter Valley” 19 Sept 2017

And as in America, so follows Australia :
https://www.smh.com.au/environment/sustainability/hunter-coal-miners-don-t-have-enough-funds-for-land-rehabilitation-20210505-p57p4b.html
06 May 2021 (may have to cut-and-paste that one; MSM link keeps reverting to a 2007 off-topic article. Hmmmm .....) : “HUNTER COAL MINERS DON'T HAVE ENOUGH FUNDS FOR LAND REHABILITATION

well well, what a surprise   “Draglines at my heart” indeed ..... :(

R-J


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Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook
From: rich-joy
Date: 13 May 21 - 02:36 AM

Good one, Stew - so much about the West Papuan struggles against the might of the Indonesian Military was/is never reported in MSM - just like the East Timor Troubles all over again,
where Australia (and in particular the damnable Bollockticians and faceless bureaucrat Suits) let our nearest and impoverished neighbours down in a big way.


I have not posted for a while (Apr20?) - busy in my other Life - but I will try and get in a few more songs before we head to Darwin for the 50th Top Half FF.
Only a month away now and my 1st time back in 17 years!!!

Cheers,
R-J


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Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook
From: Stewie
Date: 12 May 21 - 08:45 PM

FREEDOM WEST PAPUA
(Joe Geia)

When you get to the Papua coast
Tell all the people who are crying.
Drink the waters from the rivers and the stream
Wipe your tears from your crying
Help West Papua from dying

The land and sea it's a part of you
Don't let anyone just take it
Drink the waters from the rivers and the stream
Stop the Papua from bleeding
I hear west papua a bleeding

Freedom flotilla - they bring our love
A message from me to you
With love from above
Sweet, sweet love from above

No more pain, no more misery
Oppressor man, can't you hear me?
Don't kill me while on bended knee
While I am calling to my father.
Forgive them, lord, they know no other

Children, wives, West Papuan lives
Many of them have been taken
Give us strength, peace and love
Sweet, sweet love for one another
And forgiveness for my brother

Freedom West Papua, we send our love
A message from me to you
With love from above
Sweet, sweet love from above

Oh Yawoh West Papua!
Oh Yawoh West Papua!
Oh Yawoh West Papua!

Freedom West Papua, we send our love
A message from me to you
With love from above
Sweet, sweet love from above

So when you get to the Papua coast
Tell all the people who are crying
Drink the waters from the rivers and the stream
Wipe your tears from your crying
Help West Papua from dying

Freedom West Papua, we send our love
A message from me to you
With love from above
Sweet, sweet love from above
With love from above
Sweet, sweet love from above

Youtube clip

Joe Geia

freedom flotilla West Papua

--Stewie.


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Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook
From: Stewie
Date: 11 May 21 - 10:14 PM

THE NYNGAN SONG
(Mike Hayes)

My father was the battler of the old school
He never knew a time that wasn’t hard
But he kept his farm and family together
Though hard times always slipped beneath his guard
But it took a lot to cause his faith to waiver
Through a lifetime with its share of toil and pain
This time I think it might have done it
I never thought I’d hear him curse the rain
I never thought I’d hear him curse the rain

The drought had burned for years across the country
When we left that sad old churchyard on the plain
We knew our mother’s death had really shook him
He just wiped his eyes and went back to work again
And, by God, us children never wanted nothin’
Though the lean years came back time and again
Though I never thought he’d ever lose the battle
I never thought I’d hear him curse the rain
I never thought I’d hear him curse the rain

As the Bogan’s gone and broken through at Nyngan
The town’s cut off, the whole damn world’s a sea
It was soddenly corpses on the fence line
That finally brought the old bloke to his knees
I think it’s finally done it, finally

Not the dust storms, not the bushfires, not the bankers
Not the falling prices or the rising costs
Never made him just sit out on the verandah
Growing bitter ‘bout the battling years he’d lost
Till now he’s never ever had the time to ponder
If the years of sacrifice had been in vain
And the only thing I ever heard him pray for
Has come and washed his life’s work down the drain
I never thought I’d hear him curse the rain

And the only thing I ever heard him pray for
Has come and washed his life’s work down the drain
I never thought I’d hear him curse the rain
No, I never thought I’d hear him curse the rain

Youtube

--Stewie.


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Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook
From: GerryM
Date: 11 May 21 - 03:48 AM

FIRES OF '98
John Warner 19/11/92

I stand here and gaze over Strzelecki's Range,
And turn in my heart half a century of change.
Of country made fertile by sweat and the plough,
Endless good grazing for the horse and the cow.
Still I remember the small split slab hut,
The clearing we made in the towering Blackbutt.
The Bluegum and Dogwood, the stands of Tree Fern,
That fell to the axe, that we'd gather and burn.
   
Chorus (after each verse):
   So pardon my tears when I try to relate
   The ashes and dust of the year '98.

At forty years distance, I dread to recall
How massive and close was that Eucalypt wall.
Of how days burned sultry, and rivers ran dry,
And how fear would come with the haze in the sky.
Sunset came early, the colour of rust,
Our throats raw with worry, the smoke and the dust,
And yet, with that nightfall, the dark never came,
Just the dull, lurid menace, the colour of flame.

The tongue has no words for the sound and the sight
Of the savage crownfire that tore up the night.
It melted our glassware, bent iron, split rock,
And it shattered our souls and we wandered in shock.
I remember a church hall, cool water and bread,
The bitter, hard sobs as folk wept for their dead,
The pitiful cries of burned cattle and sheep,
Those memories that still haunt the hills of my sleep.

The forests have gone with their fires and fears,
My Ranges enriched by the changes of years,
Grandchildren ask me of days long ago,
But I hide the bushfires, they don't need to know.
High on the ridges, like monument stones,
Stand single, grey treestumps, a dead forest's bones.
A shudder goes through as I lean on the gate,
And I turn from the pain of the year '98.

&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&

From the album, Pithead in the Fern, Feathers and Wedge FWCD042.
From the liner notes: "An elderly woman remembers the terrible Poowong bushfires of 1898 which resulted in areas of awesome native forest being totally burned out. Europeans often found such forest threatening, and its destruction and subsequent change into fertile farming land (due to the phosphate-rich ashes) was seen as a blessing. However, the fires destroyed the magnificent native woodlands and the range of the Kurnai and other aboriginal peoples. The clash between survival necessity and environmental splendor is again apparent."

Poowong is in the state of Victoria, in southeastern Australia.

I don't know of any recording online. Lyrics copied from Marg Walters' website.


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Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook
From: Stewie
Date: 10 May 21 - 08:03 PM

COME ALL YOU TONGUERS
(Anon)

Come all you tongues and land-loving lubbers
Here’s a job cutting in and boiling down blubbers
A job for the youngster or old and ailing
The agent will grab any man for shore whaling

Chorus
I am paid in soap and sugar and rum
For cutting in whale and boiling down tongue
The agent’s fee makes my blood so to boil
I’ll push him in a hot pot of oil

Go hang the agent, the company too
They are makin’ a fortune off me and you
No chance of a passage from out of this place
And the price of livin’s a bloomin’ disgrace

Note in ‘Song of a Young Country’, p 9:

Shore-whalers live a gloriously comfortable life compared with the sealers. They were befriended by the Maori people who built homes for them, grew food for them and worked both at whaling, and at cutting in and boiling down the blubber. Most of them married Maori women, swore loyalty to their wives’ people and were honest and hard-working. A strong comradeship sprang up amongst them.

A few shore-whalers, however, became ‘candlelight fishermen’. ‘That means he got to turn out of bed in the mornin’ - he light the candle - if the flame blow out there’s too much wind for him to go - and if it don’t blow out then there ain’t enough - so he go back to bed again’ . Quote from Phil Hamond, Morston, Norfolk. Personal communication to N. Colquhoun.


Youtube clip

--Stewie.


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Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook
From: Stewie
Date: 09 May 21 - 09:41 PM

RAIN IN THE MOUNTAINS
(H.Lawson/C.Kempster}

The valley's full of misty cloud
Its tinted beauty drowning
The Eucalypti roar aloud
The mountain fronts are frowning

The mist is hanging like a pall
From many granite ledges
And many a little waterfall
Starts o'er the valley's edges

The sky is of a leaden grey
Save where the north is surly
The driven daylight speeds away
And night comes o'er us early

But, love, the rain will pass full soon
Far sooner than my sorrow
And in a golden afternoon
The sun may set tomorrow

Youtube clip

--Stewie.


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Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook
From: Stewie
Date: 09 May 21 - 08:20 PM

Here's a Dylanesque excursion by the lad from Gympie that's not without its charm.

FOLK INSOMNIA
(Darren Hanlon)

There's rumbling in the head again
Inside the head there lived a brain
Inside the brain there lived a dream
That shot 'round like a laser beam
Along nerve endings and synapses
Past the room for memory lapses
Brought about by alcohol
That causes all the cell collapses

Now, that dream's not the only one
I had plenty more when I was young
But I grew up in a big hurry
And then one day I start to worry that
I'm gonna be a goner before I read all the books I wanna
If I plant a tree now it'll be fully grown
Long after I'm just dust and bone and
Now I can't sleep, it's already 3 am
And i'm lying here dividing sheep by the square root of ten

So I gave away my clothes to charity
I turned off my TV for clarity
But some days I still envy those
Walking around wearing my clothes

So i'll just plant a tree i'll never see grow
Put a seed in the ground where no one'll know
Gonna make my plan when the morning breaks
But i'm just don't know how long it'll take

I keep hearing voices and ringing phones
But i'm staring down a highway all alone
With just the company of my stomach rumble
But I feel okay, it makes me humble
Without a load that I must carry
Or a bump in the road to make me tarry
Just a pile of ashes from the miles i've burned and everything i've learned

What have I learned?

Don't walk in front of cars or behind horses
Cats don't drink milk out of flying saucers
Green means go, yellow: go faster
Red means stop - a financial disaster
And don't ever underestimate the fitness of a determined Jehova’s Witness
And don't ever take for granted what grew from every kiss you planted
If a heart can break, then a heart can feel
It's to know that you're alive and real
Not a rattle and bounce in a little white ball
Not a number on a roulette wheel
And hair it turns grey and skin it turns to leather
But the best thing about growing old is we all do it together

So i'll just plant a tree i'll never see grow
Put a seed in the ground where no one'll know
Gonna make my plan when the morning breaks
But i'm just don't know how long it'll take

They say that a love that's shared is a love that's carried
All the way to the church where you'll be married
And it's a long long way down the aisle to altar and you don't have the time to falter
Love will always come and go I hope
But sometimes love goes up in smoke
And you're left there with the greedy ghost
And just when you need them most
Some of your friends have disappeared
And others started acting weird
And you’re left on your bed with an awful feeling
Till you've learned by heart all the cracks in the ceiling
And you think 'Oh god I just related to that awful love song I always hated'
And the past it all becomes distorted like it was broke before you bought it
Remember, you're the one who paid
Pull the pin out of the hand grenade
It's up to you to leave your room
But don't forget to bring your spade

So you can plant a tree you'll never see grow
Put a seed in the ground where no one'll know
Gonna make my plan forever to roam
Gonna feed my nan in the nursing home
Gonna make that plan when the morning breaks
But I just don't know how long it’ll take

Youtube clip

--Stewie.


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Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook
From: Stewie
Date: 08 May 21 - 09:55 PM

BRINDABELLA MORNING
(Mike Hayes)

As the snow falls on the Brindabella Ranges
Watch it sparkle as it catches all the early morning light
Like a string of diamonds up above the tree tops
On your Brindabella morning, lord, it makes a wondrous sight

But it’s not a northern billabong at sundown
Where the brumbies make their way across anthill plains
And you can’t look down and see a thousand buffalo
Wading across the black soil after monsoon rains

And the campfires of the Brinkin tribe don’t glimmer here at night
To let the traveller know he’s not alone
Though your Brindabella morning shines like crystal in the light
It’s not my time, it’s not my place, it’s not home

See the black swans nesting far out on your big lake
See the water as it’s rippled by a tiny breath of breeze
And a sudden flash of colour in the gum break
As your parrots flit like jewels ’neath your soaring mountain trees

But its not a million magpie geese a-rising
Blotting out the sun as they suddenly take wing
From some pool beside the Alligator River
That’s dry until the first rains fall in spring

And I miss those fish crocs barking around sundown
When the air gets thick and those fruit bats start to roam
You might find your piece of heaven on this Brindabella day
But it’s not my time, it’s not my place, it’s not home

Mike Hayes' reflections on leaving the Top End to live in Canberra post-Cyclone Tracy. Mike worked in Darwin for the ABC and he was the first journalist to report on the cyclone.

Click

Mike later became well-known for his radio program 'The Prickle Farm':

Prickle Farm

Mike died in 2003, a few days short of his 59th birthday. Here is a bio published in the 'The Sydney Morning Herald':

Mike Hayes

Unfortunately, there is no clip on YT of Mike performing 'Brindabella Morning'. However, it was recorded by Ralph Harris:

Youtube clip

--Stewie.


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Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook
From: Sandra in Sydney
Date: 08 May 21 - 09:01 AM

GRAVES OUT WEST, by Will Ogilvie, tune Graham Jenkin

audio- Oz Folk Song a day

If the lonely graves are scattered in that fenceless vast God's Acre,
If no church bells chime across them, and no mourners tread between —
Yet the souls of those sound sleepers go as swiftly to their Maker,
And the ground is just as sacred, and the graves are just as green.

If we chant no solemn dirges to the virtue of their living.
If we sing no hymn words o'er them in the glory of the stars
They can hear a grander music than was ever ours for giving,
God's choristers invisible - the winds in the belars.

If we set them up no marble, it is none the less we love them:
If we carved a million columns would it bring them better rest
If no gentle hands have fashioned snow-white wreaths to lay above them,
God has laid His own wild flowers on the lonely graves out West.

From the Overlander's 1979 album, Tribute to Western Australia. Written by Graham Jenkin.

Words from Will H. Ogilvie's Fair Girls and Gray Horses With Other Verses (1907).


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Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook
From: Sandra in Sydney
Date: 08 May 21 - 08:57 AM

another song from Joy Durst dots here

077 BIG POLL THE GROG SELLER, Words: Charles Thatcher, Tune: John Medex Maddox (Philip the Falconer)

audio- Oz Folk Song a day

1. Big Poll the Grog-seller gets up every day,
And her small rowdy tent sweeps out.
She's turning in plenty of tin, people say,
For she knows what she's about, for she knows what she's about.
Polly's good-looking, and Polly is young,
And Polly's possessed of a smooth oily tongue,
She's an innocent face and a good head of hair,
And a lot of young fellows will often go there,
And they keep dropping in handsome Polly to court,
And she smiles and supplies them with brandy and port,
And the neighbours all say that the whole blessed day
She is grog-selling late and early, she is grog-selling late and early.

2. Two sly-grog detectives have come up from town,
And they both roam about in disguise,
And several retailers of grog are done brown,
And have reason to open their eyes, and have reason to open their eyes.
Of her small rowdy crib they are soon on the scent,
But Polly's prepared when they enter her tent;
They call for some brandy ... "We don't sell it here,
But," says Poll, "I can give you some nice ginger beer,"
And she adds, "Do you see any green in my eye?
To your fine artful dodge and disguise I am fly,
For if Polly you'd nail, you'd have, without fail,
To get up in the morning early, to get up in the morning early."

From Thatcher's Colonial Minstrel (1864), published with the note: A new parody of Philip the Falconer as written and sung by Thatcher at the Shamrock.

The original song was published as part of a Christmas pantomine in 1847.


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Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook
From: Sandra in Sydney
Date: 07 May 21 - 09:09 PM

We have 625 entries in the first spreadsheet (Aug-Dec20), & the second spreadsheet (01/01/2021-date) has 324 entries!

This means we have entered 969 songs, including a few duplicates. I can only think of 2, but there are probably more, but not many more!

Most of these songs have video/audio links, other have dots or traditional tunes, and a small number just have a reference to an album that does not have an on-line presence.

Onwards & upwards!

sandra


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Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook
From: Stewie
Date: 07 May 21 - 08:40 PM

FOR THE CHILDREN
(John Schumann)

The lady from the paper asked me would I write a song for you
I didn't know you then but now I do
And I'm stuck in this motel room with an empty aching heart
And the miles roll out between us and they're tearing me apart
All I've got are tunes and rhymes - this one's for you

May you always feel the sunshine and take time to taste the rain
May your friends be true and caring and I hope you are the same
And in your fleeting passage, leave a little bit behind
For the children who will follow in your footsteps
Along the sands of time.

I dreamed there was a world for you without the rush of rockets
And the thump of khaki gunships in the sky
But there were rows of eucalyptus and trains for little boys
And tadpoles in a still black creek and playgrounds full of noise
In my vision, fear and greed and anger were the only things to die

May the wind blow gently through your life, may your principles be strong
May you stand up and be counted when they work out right from wrong
May your nights be short and peaceful, may your days be warm and long
May your music be of service, may they pause sometimes and listen to your song

And here's this little voice, reaching down the phone
'Dad you've been away so long, when are you coming home?'

The lady from the paper asked me would I write a song for you
I didn't know you then but now I do
And I'm still in this motel room with an empty aching heart
And the miles roll out between us and they're tearing me apart
All I've got are tunes and rhymes - this one's for you

May your eyes be filled with kindness, may the seeds of wisdom grow
May you seek for truth and beauty and when you find it may you know
May you help feed those who are hungry and comfort those who hurt
May you always fight for justice for all of us who walk upon the earth

Youtube clip

--Stewie.


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Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook
From: Stewie
Date: 07 May 21 - 08:04 PM

Here's a bit of fun: 'The Song of the Volga Shearers' aka 'Click go the shears'. 1983 precursor of Dustyesky?

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--Stewie.


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Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook
From: Sandra in Sydney
Date: 07 May 21 - 06:03 AM

thanks, Stewie, NLA cataloguers recording this tape put the alternate titles on 2 lines, making them look like 2 songs.

YE SONS OF AUSTRALIA (NED KELLY) trad, video - Daniel Kelly

Ye sons of Australia forget not your braves,
Bring the wild forest flowers to strew o’er your graves,
Of the four daring heroes whose race it is run,
And place on their tombs the wild laurels they’ve won.

On the banks of Euroa they made their first rush,
They cleared out at Coppies, then steered through the bush,
Black trackers and troopers soon did them pursue
But cast out their anchor when near them they drew.

The daring Kate Kelly how noble her mien
As she sat on her horse like an Amazon queen,
She rode through the forest revolver at hand,
Regardless of danger, who dare bid her stand.

May the angels protect this young heroine bold
And her name be recorded in letters of gold
Though her brothers were outlaws, she loved them most dear,
And hastened to tell them when danger was near.

But the great God of Mercy who scans all her ways
Commanded grim death to shorten their days,
Straightway to Glenrowan their course did he steer
To slay those bold outlaws and stop their career.

The daring Ned Kelly came forth from the inn,
To wreak his last vengeance he then did begin,
To slaughter the troopers straightway he did go,
And tore up the railway their train to o’erthrow.

But the great God of Mercy, to baulk his intent,
And stop the destruction, a messenger sent,
A person named Curnow, who seemed in great dread,
Cried out to the troopers, ‘There’s danger ahead!’

But Time hath its changes; how dreadful their fate,
They found out their error when it was too late.
The house was surrounded by troopers two-score,
And also expected a great many more.

The daring Ned Kelly, revolver in hand,
Came to the verandah, the troopers he scanned,
Said he ‘You cursed wretches, we do you defy,
We will not surrender, we conquer or die.’

Like the free sons of Ishmael, brought up in the wilds,
Amongst forests and mountains, and rocky defiles
These brave lawless fellows could not be controlled,
And fought ten to one, until dearth we are told.

Next day at Glenrowan, how dreadful the doom,
Of Hart and Dan Kelly shut up in a room,
A trooper named Johnson, set the house all aflame
To burn those bold outlaws, it was a great shame

The daring Kate Kelly came forth from the crowd
And on her poor brother she called out aloud,
‘Come forth my dear brother, and fight while you can’
But a ball had just taken the life of poor Dan.

Next morning our hero came forth from the bush
Encased in strong armour his way did he push.
To gain his bold comrades it was his desire –
The troopers espied him, and soon opened fire.

The bullets bound off him just like a stone wall,
His fiendish appearance soon did them appall.
His legs unprotected a trooper soon found,
And a shot well directed brought him to the ground.

Now he arose captured, and stripped off his mail,
Well guarded by troopers and taken to gaol.
Convicted for murder, it grieved him full sore,
His friends and relations his fate may deplore.

Now, all you young fellows take warning by me,
Beware of bushranging, and bad company,
For like many others you may feel the dart
Which pierced the two Kellys, Joe Byrne, and Steve Hart.

Thanks to Daniel Kelly for supplying the words, thus saving me from typing up the words from the original sources. Daniel included the chords but I couldn't line them up.

Ye Sons of Australia was first published in The Bulletin as part of the series Old Bush Songs, starting 2nd March 1955.
Bushwhacker Broadside no. 15 (originally issued as no. 14)


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Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook
From: Stewie
Date: 06 May 21 - 09:44 PM

Sandra, as I noted above, 'Workers of the world' is the title that Meredith gave to Gladys Scrivener's rendition of Joe Hill's 'Where the Fraser River Flows' in his 'Folk Songs of Australia' collection.

--Stewie.


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Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook
From: Sandra in Sydney
Date: 06 May 21 - 09:28 AM

don't expect to see a song by Joe Hill in an Oz/NZ songbook!

'Workers of the world' is also one of Joe Hill's songs.

2 tapes in Meredith collection at National Library for Mrs Scrivener's contribution.

Gladys Scrivener sings: Wreck of the Bendigo Mail
Les Darcy
Sandy's fight (Larry Foley)
Banks of the Condamine
Workers of the world
Where the River Frazer flows
God save Ireland
Frank Gardiner
Gladys Scrivener recites: Hunting the Brelong Blacks
=======
Gladys Scrivener sings: The old bark hut
Bold Ben Hall
Bound for Sydney Town
Bold Jack Donahoe
Look out below
Gallant Peter Clarke
When Carbine won the cup
Ye sons of Australia (Ned Kelly)
Where's your licences
Rock-a-bye baby

hmmm, there are some interesting songs there


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Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook
From: Stewie
Date: 05 May 21 - 11:04 PM

WHERE THE FRASER RIVER FLOW
(Joe Hill/Tune: Where the Shannon River Flows)

Fellow workers pay attention to what I'm going to mention
For it is the fixed intention of the workers of the world
And I hope you will be ready, true-hearted, brave and steady
To gather 'round the standard where the red flag is unfurled

Now the gunny-sack contractors, they’ve all proved dirty actors
And they're not our benefactors, as everybody knows
And why their mothers reared them or why God ever spared them
Is a question we can’t answer, we the workers of the world

Where the Fraser river flows, each fellow worker knows,
They have bullied and oppressed us, but still our union grows
And we're going to find a way, boys, for shorter hours and better pay, boys
And we're going to win the day, boys, where the river Fraser flows

This Joe Hill song was popular with the Wobblies (Industrial Workers of the World). The above version was collected by John Meredith from the singing of Gladys Scrivener of Erskineville NSW. Meredith published it in ‘Folk Songs of Australia’ with the title ‘Workers of the World’. Alan Musgrove recorded it on his ‘The Bagman’s Gazette’ album and added a chorus using the chorus of ‘River Shannon’ as a model:

Where the dear old Fraser’s flowin’, the workers of the world
Are fighting for the moment when the red flag is unfurled
Though the bosses try to cheat us and cruelly mistreat us
They never will defeat us where the Fraser River flows

Joe Hill’s original lyrics as published in the IWW’s 1912 edition of ‘Little Red Songbook’:

Fellow workers pay attention to what I'm going to mention,
For it is the fixed intention of the Workers of the World.
And I hope you'll all be ready, true-hearted, brave and steady,
To gather 'round our standard when the red flag is unfurled.

Chorus:
Where the Fraser river flows, each fellow worker knows,
They have bullied and oppressed us, but still our union grows.
And we're going to find a way, boys, for shorter hours and better pay, boys
And we're going to win the day, boys, where the river Fraser flows.

For these gunny-sack contractors have all been dirty actors,
And they're not our benefactors, each fellow worker knows.
So we've got to stick together in fine or dirty weather,
And we will show no white feather, where the Fraser river flows.

Now the boss the law is stretching, bulls and pimps he's fetching,
And they are a fine collection, as Jesus only knows.
But why their mothers reared them, and why the devil spared them,
Are questions we can't answer, where the Fraser River flows.

Joe Hill wrote the song to aid construction workers laying track for the Canadian Railroad Company in British Columbia who were striking because of low pay, unsanitary living conditions, bad food and hazardous working conditions.

Youtube clip

--Stewie.


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Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook
From: Sandra in Sydney
Date: 05 May 21 - 09:51 AM

Joy Durst dots here

098 THREE BLACK CROWS

audio- Oz Folk Song a day

1. Now three black crows sat on a tree,
And they were black as they could be,

Crrrk, crrrk, crrk.

2. Said one black crow unto the other,
"Where shall we dine today, dear brother?"

Crrrk, crrrk, crrrk.

3. "On yonder hill's an old gray mare,
I think, my friends, we shall dine there."

Arrk, arrk, crrrk.

4. They perched upon her high backbone,
And picked her eyes out one by one,

Crrrk, crrrk, crrrk.

5. Said the second black crow unto the other,
"Isn't she a tough old bugger?"

Crrrk, crrrk, crrk.

6. Up came a squatter with his gun,
And shot them all excepting one,

Arrk, ark, crrrk.

7. Now that one black crow got such a fright,
He turned from black right into white,

Crrrk, crrrk, crrrk.

8. Now that is why you'll often see
A white crow sitting on a tree,

Arrk, arrk, ark.

collected by W.Lowenstein from Jack "Speargrass" Guard, of Georgetown, Qld. 1969


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Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook
From: Sandra in Sydney
Date: 05 May 21 - 09:47 AM

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097 STRINGYBARK AND GREENHIDE

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1. I sing of a commodity, it's one that will not fail yer,
I mean the common oddity, the mainstay of Australia;
Gold it is a precious thing, for commerce it increases,
But stringybark and greenhide can beat it all to pieces.

Chorus:
Singybark and greenhide, that will never fail yer,
Stringybark and greenhide, the mainstay of Australia.

2. If you travel on the road and chance to stick in Bargo,
To avoid a bad capsize you must unload your cargo,
For to pull your dray about I do not see the force on,
Take a bit of greenhide and hook another horse on.

3. If you chance to take a dray, and break your leader's traces,
Get a bit of greenhide to mend your broken places;
Greenhide is a useful thing, all that you require,
But stringybark's another thing, when you want a fire.

4. If you want to build a hut to keep out wind and weather,
Stringybark will make it snug and keep it well together;
Greenhide, if it's used by you, will make it all the stronger,
For if you tie it with greenhide it's sure to last the longer.

5. New-chums to this golden land, never dream of failure
While you've got such useful things as these in fair Australia,
For stringybark and greenhide will never, never fail yer,
Stringybark and greenhide is the mainstay of Australia.

Another beauty from Ron Edward's collecting, this time from Jock Dingwall in Cairns, recorded in April, 1965. Ron took these words from an undated Sydney Songster of the mid-19th century.

Recorded with 1890 tenor and 1853 bass Wheatstone concertinas.


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From: Sandra in Sydney
Date: 05 May 21 - 09:34 AM

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096 THE STRANGER words & tune by John Manifold, based on a Polish air

1. A stranger came into the district last week,
He wasn't a Balt and he wasn't a Greek;
We enquired "Was he Irish?" He answered us, "No",
He came from up North where the pineapples grow.

2. He answered so mannerly, quite at his ease,
Saying neither too much nor too little to please,
He was hardly a stranger by tea-time, although
He came from up North where the pineapples grow.

3. We swapped the old stories of famine and flood
And the crook politicians that suck a man's blood;
We had reckoned they might have been local, but no!
It's the same in the North where the pineapples grow.

4. We tickled his fancy with peaches and cream,
We showed him Polled Angus as sleek as a dream,
He agreed they were 'mighty', but still he must go ...
He was needed up North where the pineapples grow.

5. The moral of this is too plain to be spoke:
The bloke on the land is a sensible bloke
Be he brown as a berry, or black as a crow,
Or just from up North where the pineapples grow.


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From: Sandra in Sydney
Date: 05 May 21 - 09:30 AM

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095 THE STOCKMAN'S LAST BED
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see Ian Turner, Edgar Walters & Wendy Lowenstein in "Tradition" Sept. 1968

1. Be ye stockman or no, to my story give ear,
Alas for poor Jack, no more shall we hear
The crack of his stockwhip, his nag's lively trot,
His clear "Go ahead, boys", his jingling quart pot.

Chorus:
For we laid him where wattles their sweet fragrance shed,
And the tall gum trees shadow the stockman's last bed.

2. While drafting one day, he was horned by a cow,
"Alas!" cried poor Jack, "It's all up with me now!
For I fear I shall never my saddle regain,
Or bound like a wallaby over the plain."

3. His whip, it is silent, his dogs they do mourn,
His horse waits in vain for his master's return,
No friends to bemoan him, unheeded he dies,
Save Australia's dark sons, none knows where he lies.

4. Now, stockman, if ever on some future day,
After wild cattle you happen to stray,
Tread softly the creek-bed where trees make a shade,
For it may be the spot where poor Jack's bones are laid.

From the Queensland Native Companion Songster (1865). Recorded by Burl Ives on his 1958 album, Australian Folk Songs.


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From: Sandra in Sydney
Date: 05 May 21 - 09:27 AM

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094 THE STEEPLECHASE RIDERS, Words: Will H Ogilvie, Tune: Florian Pascal

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1. We will deck them in cream and in crimson,
In chocolate and tartan and blue,
And speed them away from the barrier,
And trust them to struggle it through.

Chorus (first and last verses):
Oh, the riders, the steeplechase riders,
They carry their lives in their hands.

2. We come with the best of our sportsmen
And the fairest fair girls of the land,
To speed them away from the barrier,
And cheer them in front of the stand.

3. They don't have a fair lady wearing
Their colours of crimson and blue,
But they'll put up their silk for a living,
And ride for a guinea or two.

4. There's a roar from the crowd on the corner,
A shout from the crowd on the Hill,
For the green-and-white hoops have turned over:
A loose horse and a man lying still.

5. But the crimson and black's going strongly,
With the blue leading as they land,
And the horses must strain at the fences,
And the riders hold death in their hands.

6. For the fences are big ones and solid,
They make it top speed from the start,
And the man who rides out over Flemington
Needs more than the average heart.

7. Then here's to the luck of the winner,
And here's better luck to the last,
Here's to their pluck at the timber,
And here's to the Post flying past.

Collected by Arthur & Kath Lumsden from Mrs Belle Brown, who learned the words about 1910.


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From: Sandra in Sydney
Date: 05 May 21 - 09:20 AM

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090 THE LOVELY LASSES OF INNISFAIL, poem by David Martin, music by Jennifer Mann

1. While yet you are young and sound of health,
For Northern Queensland set your sail,
For the loveliest girls in this Commonwealth
Are all to be found at Innisfail.
Yes, like Queensland sugar, so sweet and brown,
Are the lovely lasses of Innisfail;
I am heart-sick in this southern town:
Oh, when goes the Queensland Mail?

2. There are pretty girls in the West, I know,
And darling ones in this southern state,
But the Queensland girls, with their laugh so low,
In their sunset eyes I have met my fate.
Yes, like Queensland flowers, so lithe and gay,
Are the lovely lasses of Innisfail;
Farewell, my boys, for I'm on my way
Now to catch the Queensland Mail.

3. They walk like queens and like stars they dance,
And their lips are soft and their smiles are deep.
I have loved the girls of Spain and France,
But for all their charms I have lost no sleep.
(Yes,) For lovelier lasses are to be met
By the Johnstone River in Innisfail;
If you find me not, you may take a bet
That I've left on the Queensland Mail.

Meet Jennifer Mann - Singabout 1(3), 1956, p.6 16 years Jenny Mann ... has written tunes for poems by David Martin, Merv Lilley, Mary Gilmore and her father, Jim Mann. Jim Mann is related to working-class leader Thomas Mann.


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From: Sandra in Sydney
Date: 05 May 21 - 08:56 AM

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088 IT'S ON - Don Henderson, 1963
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1. A sad story you'll hear if you listen to me,
About two men who could never agree;
What one called white, the other called black,
They'd argue a while, then step out the back ...

Chorus:
And it's on!
All reason and logic are gone!
Winning the fight won't prove that you're right,
It's sad, it's true, but it's on!

2. When it was over they'd come back and then
The argument would become heated again;
Who'd won the last round they couldn't decide,
So one asked the other would he step outside ...

3. They'd been fighting so long they could neither recall
hat in the first place had started it all.
But they keep at it, day in and day out,
Now they're fighting to see what they're fighting about ...

4. Just you imagine if intellectuals
Came to agreement through Queensberry rules!
Could easily be argued that the square root of four
Was fifteen less three plus a smack on the jaw ...

5. And if governments think that it makes better sense
To save on education and spend on defence,
Could easily be argued that on the same grounds
Elections should be ... the best of ten rounds ...


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From: Sandra in Sydney
Date: 05 May 21 - 08:48 AM

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084 THE DOGWOOD ITCH by words & music by Stan Wakefield

1. Once I went stripping wattle-bark, to strip a ton a day,
I planned a trip to Sydney when I got my bumper pay;
I never saw no city lights, nor beer, instead of which,
I was seven weeks a-scratching with the dogwood itch.

Chorus: Oh, the dogwood itch, isn't it a bitch!
You only have to mention it to make me twitch,
For when it's out in flower, you'll be scratching by the hour,
You'll be scratching by the hour with the dogwood itch.

2. Now I can patch a pair of pants or fall the toughest tree,
For I'm a jack of many trades, as bushmen have to be,
I'll rope a steer, or roast a duck with gravy nice and rich,
And the only thing that beats me is the dogwood itch.

3. Now I have shot the buffalo, and trapped the native dog,
And fought me purple elephants when I've been on the grog,
I've sat the station outlaw till he dumped me in the ditch,
And the only thing I'm scared of is the dogwood itch.

First published in Singabout 2(4), May 1958


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From: Sandra in Sydney
Date: 05 May 21 - 08:41 AM

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083 ON THE DEATH OF NED KELLY Words & music John Manifold

Video - Bill Berry

1. Ned Kelly fought the rich men in country and in town,
Ned Kelly fought the troopers until they ran him down;
He thought that he had fooled them, for he was hard to find,
But he rode into Glenrowan with the troopers close behind.

2. "Come out of that, Ned Kelly," the head zarucker calls,
"Come out and leave your shelter, or we'll shoot it full of holes,"
"If you'd take me," says Kelly, "that's not the speech to use;
I've lived to spite your order, I'll die the way I choose!"

3. "Come out of that, Ned Kelly, you done a lawless thing;
You robbed and fought the squatters, Ned Kelly, you must swing."
"If those who rob," says Kelly, "are all condemned to die,
You had better hang the squatters, for they've stolen more than I."

4. "You'd best come out, Ned Kelly, you done the Government wrong,
For you held up the coaches that bring the gold along."
"Go tell your boss," says Kelly, "who lets the rich go free,
That your bloody rich man's government will never govern me."

5. They burned the roof above him, they fired the walls about,
And head to foot in armour Ned Kelly stumbled out;
Although his guns were empty he made them turn and flee,
But one came in behind him and shot him in the knee.

6. And so they took Ned Kelly and hanged him in the jail,
For he fought single-handed, although in iron mail,
And no man single-handed can hope to break the bars:
It's a thousand like Ned Kelly who'll hoist the flag of stars.

lyrics In the folk revival this song was often published as a traditional song. Bill Berry tells me Manifold wrote this song when he was 14.


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From: Sandra in Sydney
Date: 05 May 21 - 08:33 AM

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081 CANE CUTTER'S LAMENT

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How we suffered grief and pain
On the banks of the Barron cutting cane
We sweated blood we were as black as sin
And the ganger he put the spur right in

The greasy cook with sore-eyed look
And the matter all stuck to his lashes
He damned our souls with his half baked rolls
And he'd poison the snakes with his hashes

The first six weeks so help me Christ
We lived on cheese and half boiled rice
Mouldy bread and cats meat stew
And corn beef that the flies had blew

The cane was bad the cutters were mad
The cook had shit on the liver
And I'll never cut cane for that bastard again
On the banks of the Barron River

So now I'm leaving that lousy place
I'll cut no more for that bugger
He can stand in the mud that's red as blood
And cut his own bloody sugar

Collected by Ron Edwards from Stan Dean (and others) of Cairns, who said it was based on an old hymn. Ron Edwards writes "This ballad is known all along the coast and the second line was altered to fit different areas 'On the Isis', 'On the banks of the Herbert' etc."


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From: Sandra in Sydney
Date: 05 May 21 - 07:10 AM

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080 BRYANT'S RANGES Charles Thatcher

1. Oh, what a curious world is this,
So various in its changes:
I'm now alluding to the rush
Down there on Bryant's Ranges;
he diggers are all hastening there,
As fast as they are able,
With tent and pick and puddling tub,
And dish and spade and cradle.

Chorus: Bow, wow, wow,
Tol-de-rol-de ri-de-i-de,
Bow, wow, wow.

2. Golden Square is out of town,
Their tents away, they've collared;
Kang'roo Gully's gone sometime,
And Eagle Hawk has followed.
Dead Horse Flat looks dead indeed,
Their tools away they've carted,
And Ironbark some days ago
With Sydenham Gully started.

3. The White Hills now appear quite blue,
There's few left in that quarter,
Sailor's Gully's short of hands,
But Long Gully is much shorter;
And on Commissioner's Flat as well,
A very striking change is
And all the world is hastening
To the rush on Bryant's Ranges.

4. Sheepshead now has lost its jaw,
So many have departed;
Job's Gully out of patience got,
And with old Tinpot started.
Pegleg's given us leg bail,
And what a deal more strange is,
Old Blatherskyte has paid his debts,
And gone to Bryant's Ranges.

5. Mother Hicks, that sells sly grog,
Went away on Sunday,
Sold right out, and sent back for
A cart load more on Monday;
And Timmy Timkins, who you know,
Lives just about close handy,
Has started with a dray load full
Of whiskey, gin and brandy.

6. When I went to work this blessed day,
On the spot where I'm located,
My driving pick and puddling tub
Had both absquatulated.
I found my cradle gone as well,
Says I, "Confound these changes;
No doubt, my tools are in full work,
Down there on Bryant's Ranges."

7. Well, let those rush away that like,
I'm game to bet a fiver
That I'll not rush and lose the tin
I once did at McIvor;
I'll get good information first,
Before I make my changes,
And if it turns out well, why then ...
Here's off to Bryant's Ranges!

verse 6 - Absquatulated verb (used without object), ab·squat·u·lat·ed, ab·squat·u·lat·ing. Slang. to flee; abscond: The old prospector absquatulated with our picks and shovel.


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From: Sandra in Sydney
Date: 04 May 21 - 11:17 PM

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078   THE BILLY-GOAT OVERLAND, by A. B. "Banjo" Paterson

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Come all ye lads of the droving days, ye gentlemen unafraid,
I'll tell you all of the greatest trip that ever a drover made,
For we rolled our swags, and we packed our bags, and taking our lives in hand,
We started away with a thousand goats, on the billy-goat overland.

There wasn't a fence that'd hold the mob, or keep 'em from their desires;
They skipped along the top of the posts and cake-walked on the wires.
And where the lanes had been stripped of grass and the paddocks were nice and green,
The goats they travelled outside the lanes and we rode in between.

The squatters started to drive them back, but that was no good at all,
Their horses ran for the lick of their lives from the scent that was like a wall:
And never a dog had pluck or gall in front of the mob to stand
And face the charge of a thousand goats on the billy-goat overland.

We found we were hundreds over strength when we counted out the mob;
And they put us in jail for a crowd of thieves that travelled to steal and rob:
For every goat between here and Bourke, when he scented our spicy band,
Had left his home and his work to join in the billy-goat overland.


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From: Sandra in Sydney
Date: 04 May 21 - 10:58 PM

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075 A THOUSAND MILES AWAY

1. Hurrah for the Roma railway, hurrah for Cobb & Co!
And oh! for a good fat horse or two to carry me westward-ho!
To carry me westward-ho, my boys, that's where the cattle stray,
On the far Barcoo, where they eat nardoo, a thousand miles away.

Chorus: Then give your horses rein across the open plain,
We'll ship our meat both sound and sweet, nor care what some folks say;
And frozen we'll send home the cattle that now roam
On the far Barcoo and the Flinders too, a thousand miles away.

2. Knee-deep in grass we've got to pass, and the truth I'm bound to tell,
That in three weeks those cattle get as fat as they can swell;
As fat as they can swell, my boys, and a thousand pounds they weigh,
On the far Barcoo, where they eat nardoo, a thousand miles away.

3. No Yankee hide e'er grew outside such beef as we can freeze,
No Yankee pastures grow such beef as we send overseas,
As we send overseas, my boys, in shipments every day,
On the far Barcoo, where they eat nardoo, a thousand miles away.

4. So put me up with a snaffle, and a four or five-inch spur,
And fourteen foot of greenhide whip to chop the flamin' fur;
We'll yard those snuffy cattle in a way that I will swear
Will knock those New South Welshmen back and make them tear their hair!

video Banjo Paterson included this in his Old Bush Songs. It is based on an earlier convict song called "Ten Thousand Miles Away", and uses the same tune, but with new lyrics about pastoral Australia. It has been attributed to C. A. Flower, who was the accountant for the company building the railway line between Mitchell and Roma in Queensland.

2 verses & chorus appeared in The Queenslander, Sat 13 Oct 1894. Page 692 - A THOUSAND MILES AWAY, Supplied by "SPECIALLY JIM," Tambo, AIR—" Ten Thousand Miles Away.".


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From: Sandra in Sydney
Date: 04 May 21 - 10:42 PM

all checked & service resumes -

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068 OUR FATHERS CLEARED THE BUSH by Mick Hughes

1. Our fathers cleared the bush boys,
They made them green and lush.
They built the roads on sustenance,
Then marched away to war,
They left their wives and children,
In a rich land that was poor.

verse 1 used as chorus

2. Our children they will grow up
And a different tale they'll tell,
Our children they will grow up
And ring old Freedom's bell.
We'll build a mighty nation
From the Gulf down to the Bight,
We'll build a mighty nation
On equality and right.

3. Our leaders go a-wandering
A strange old tale they'll tell.
Our leaders go a-wandering,
Our lovely land to sell.
Now listen here you Yankees,
Now listen to my tale.
Don't bother coming over,
Our country's not for sale.

4. We're going to turn the northern rivers,
We're going to make them run down south,
We're going to pay the Old Age Pensioners,
Feed every hungry mouth.
We'll build a mighty nation
From shore to shining shore,
We'll grow the barrel clover
On the plains of the Nullarbor.

video - Gary Shearston OUR FATHERS CLEARED THE BUSH: A recent song from Victorian songwriter Mick Hughes. It appeared in "Singabout" - the journal of the Sydney Bush Music Club - in 1962 and has since become widely circulated.
Singabout, 4(4), July 1962


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Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook
From: Sandra in Sydney
Date: 04 May 21 - 09:25 PM

eeek, I checked all my Joy Durst songs - maybe I need to check the remainder again just in case (oops)


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Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook
From: Stewie
Date: 04 May 21 - 06:59 PM

Sandra, it seems I am not the only culprit doubling up. I posted 'Look out below' on 8 October last year.

--Stewie.


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From: Sandra in Sydney
Date: 04 May 21 - 11:17 AM

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067 MUDDY OLD YARRA by Clem Parkinson

Chorus: The muddy old Yarra rolls on, rolls on,
The muddy old Yarra rolls on;
It's too thick to swim in, and too thin to plough,
So the muddy old Yarra rolls on.

1. When John Batman landed near Hobson's Bay,
He said, "What a wonderful site ...
A village will rise on this spot one day";
So, help me, John Batman was right.

2. Some people insist that our weather is crook,
"It changes too quickly," they say;
But it's really consistent ... just take a look:
We get four seasons here every day.

3. Our beautiful Yarra is so unique,
It has an unusual taste,
For mixed with the garbage from Merri Creek
Are gallons of factory waste.

4. This wonderful river of which I speak,
Is coloured a chocolate brown,
The reason for this isn't hard to seek,
Goodness knows, it just flows upside down.

5. The people in Sydney would love to scoff,
But now they're too busy to sneer.
They sneak down with buckets and cart it off
Cos it sure puts a kick in their beer.


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From: Sandra in Sydney
Date: 04 May 21 - 08:54 AM

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064 LOOK OUT BELOW Charles Thatcher - Aust. Dictionary of Biography

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A young man left his native shores, for trade was bad at home.
To seek his fortune in this land, he crossed the briny foam.
And when he went to Ballarat, it put him in a glow,
To hear the sound of the windlass and the cry, "Look out below!"

Wherever he turned his wandering eyes great wealth he did behold,
And peace and plenty hand in hand, by the magic power of gold.
Quoth he, "As I am young and strong, to the diggings I will go,
For I like the sound of the windlass and the cry, "Look out below!"

Amongst the rest he took his chance, and his luck at first was vile,
But he still resolved to persevere, and at length he made his pile.
So says he, "I'll take my passage and home again I'll go,
And say farewell to the windlass and the cry, 'Look out below!' "

Arrived in London once again, his gold he freely spent.
And into every gaiety and dissipation went.
But pleasure, if prolonged too much, oft causes pain, you know,
And he missed the sound of the windlass and the cry, "Look out below!"

And thus he reasoned with himself: "Oh why did I return?
For the digger's independent life I now begin to yearn.
Here, purse-proud lords the poor do oppress, but there it is not so.
Give me the sound of the windlass and the cry, 'Look out below!' "

So he started for this land once again with a charming little wife.
And he finds there's nothing comes up to a jolly digger's life.
Ask him if he'll go back again, he'll quickly answer, "No",
For he loves the sound of the windlass and the cry, "Look out below!"

Lyr Add: Look Out Below (Charles Thatcher)   One of Charles Thatcher's songs from the goldrush days of the 1850's. Charles Thatcher was an English music hall entertainer during the gold rush period in Victoria. This version was given to John Meredith by Ida Fielding (a friend of Sally Sloane) of Dripstone NSW who got it from her father. The tune is from Sally Sloane and is also used for the ballad 'Peter Clarke'. Sally Sloane was a great old singer who was recorded in the 1950's and 1960's by folklorists searching for Australian songs.


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From: Sandra in Sydney
Date: 04 May 21 - 08:48 AM

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061 - THE JOLLY PUDDLERS by Charles Thatcher - Aust. Dictionary of Biography

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1. They want to stop our puddling, as many of you know,
Contractors say that of our slush there is an overflow,
But if they stop us they'll be sure to injure Bendigo.

Chorus: Drive on my lads, heigho, wash on my lads, heigho,
For who can lead the life that we jolly puddlers do.

2. These blessed road contractors are trying us to crush,
They say that they're impeded by our muddy dirty slush,
They want to make us knock off but they'll find it is no go.

3. Why have our escorts fallen off, the question pray don't shirk,
'Tis because it's been so dry and our machines have had no work,
'Tis puddling not quartz reefing now that keeps up Bendigo.

4. If you crush the puddling interest and stay the puddler's hand,
What becomes of your fine buildings here that on the township stand?
The commerce of this district then would sink down precious low.

5. The winter soon is coming and our dams will then be full,
We'll run the stuff through the machines and then we'll have a pull
And in its pristine glory will shine forth Bendigo.

6. The days of tub and cradle, alas, alas, are past,
An ounce to every tub of course, was far too good to last,
But still we get a crust for now we wash the stuff below.

7. When puddling ceases for all here 'twill be a bitter cup,
Heffernan and Thatcher too may both of them dry up,
And to some other diggings they both will have to go.


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From: Sandra in Sydney
Date: 04 May 21 - 08:44 AM

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060 INGLEWOOD COCKY - trad

1. 'Twas an Inglewood cocky of whom I've been told,
Who died, it is said, on account of the cold,
As he lay on his death-bed and wrestled with Fate,
He called on his children to share the estate.

2. "Let John have the pig and the pet native bear,
The old kangaroo can be Margaret's share,
Let Mike have the possum that comes when he's called,
And Katy the emu although he's gone bald."

3. "To Mary I'm leaving the pink cockatoo,
And that's about all your poor father can do.
There's fish in the creek and there's fowl on the lake,
Let each take as much as they're able to take."

4. "Farewell, my dear children, no more can I leave,
Don't quarrel, or else my poor spirit will grieve.
And if you should marry, and have children to rear,
Remember I nursed you on pumpkin and bear."

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NEW ENGLAND COCKY - trad (An Australian Folk Song A Day)

'Twas a New England Cocky, as late I've been told,
Who died, so 'tis said, on account of the cold.
When dying he called to his children "Come here!
"As I'm dying, I want you my fortune to share.

"Dear children, you know I've toiled early and late,
"I've struggled with Nature, and wrestled with Fate.
"Then all do your best to my fortune repair;
"And to my son John I leave a dear native bear.

"To Mary I give my pet kangaroo,
"May it prove to turn out a great blessing, too;
"To Michael I leave the old cockatoo,
"And to Bridget I'll give her the piebald emu.

"To the others whatever is left I will leave —
"Don't quarrel, or else my poor spirit will grieve;
"There's the fish in the stream, and the fowl on the lake,
"Let each have as much as any may take

"And now, my dear children, no more can I do,
"My fortune I've fairly divided with you,"
And these were the last words his children did hear —
"Don't forget that I reared you on pumpkin and beer."

audio of New England Cocky From Paterson's Old Bush Songs. Several versions can be found, including the Inglewood Cocky, collected by John Manifold.


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Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook
From: JennieG
Date: 04 May 21 - 01:27 AM

No worries, Stewie......better to double up than to miss out on a gem such as this song!


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Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook
From: Stewie
Date: 03 May 21 - 09:06 PM

My apologies, Jennie, for doubling up. I did use the edit/find function to search the thread, but must have misspelled 'treasurer' without noticing.

--Stewie.


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Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook
From: Sandra in Sydney
Date: 03 May 21 - 06:12 AM

Joy Durst dots here

058 - THE GUM-LEAF MUSICIAN, part of a poem by Len Cox, turned into a song by Joy Durst, tune based on "Lord Franklin"

1. No more his music fills the city street,
His gum-leaf music shrill and strange and sweet;
The children loved his gentle face,
An ancient member of an ancient race.

2. We took away his living and his land
And left him with a gum-leaf in his hand,
But with this leaf, in return for wrong,
He made for us his kindly gift of song.

3. He knew our courtrooms and our prisons well,
He died last week within a prison cell,
But sometimes still, in the bustling throng
We'll hear the haunting echo of his song.

4. We'll see again his gentle, wrinkled face
And catch a vision of a brown-skinned race
Who come with eyes that are warm with pride
To stand at last as brothers by our side.

article by Hugh Anderson about Bill Bull, journal article behind a paywall

mudcat - Aussie Gum Leaf Music
from Bob Bolton - (From Australian TRADITION, vol 1, no. 1, March 1964. Published by Victorian Folk Music Club and the Folk Lore Society of Victoria.) (NOTES) GUMLEAF MUSICIAN: To make this song, Joy Durst used part of a poem, of the same name, by Len Fox and set it to the traditional tune Lord Franklin. It refers to Billie Bull, one of the few remaining Aborigines in Victoria, who died in 1954. He used to play the gumleaf in the streets of Melbourne.


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Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook
From: Sandra in Sydney
Date: 03 May 21 - 05:34 AM

Joy Durst - dots here

6 - BULLOCKY-O

video

1. I draw for Speckle's Mill, bullocky-o, bullocky-o,
And it's many a log I drew, bullocky-o.
I draw cedar, beech and pine, and I never get on the wine;
I'm the king of bullock drivers, don't you know, bullocky-o!

2. There's Guinea and Anderson too, bullocky-o, bullocky-o!
And it's many a log they drew, bullocky-o.
I can give them a thousand feet, axe 'em square and never cheat;
I'm the king of bullock drivers, don't you know, bullocky-o!

3. There's Wapples, too: he brags, bullocky-o, bullocky-o,
Of his forty raw-boned stags, bullocky-o.
I can tell you it's no slander when I say I raise their dander,
When they hear the crack of me whip, bullocky-o, bullocky-o!

Repeat 1st verse.

folkstream - dots & history - Collected from Cyril Duncan, Nerang by the Queensland Folklore Society. Published in the Queensland Centenary Pocket Songbook. Cyril Duncan reported that the song was written by his grandfather an early settler on the Nerang river.


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Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook
From: Sandra in Sydney
Date: 03 May 21 - 05:29 AM

Joy Durst - dots here

055 BRISBANE LADIES/QUEENSLAND DROVERS/AUGATHELLA STATION (trad)

video - Gary Shearston

Farewell and adieu to you, sweet Brisbane ladies,
Farewell and adieu to you girls of Toowong,
For we've sold all our cattle, and have to be moving,
But we hope we shall see you again before long.

Chorus: We'll rant and we'll roar like true Queensland drovers,
We'll rant and we'll roar as onward we push,
Until we get back to the Augathella station,
For it's flaming dry going through the old Queensland bush.

2. The first camp we make, we shall call it the Quart Pot,
Caboolture, then Kilcoy and Collington's Hut;
We'll pull up at the Stone House, Bob Williamson's paddock,
And early next morning we cross the Blackbutt.

3. Then on to Taromeo and Yarraman Creek, lads,
It's there we shall make our next camp for the day,
Where the water and grass are both plenty and sweet, lads,
And maybe we'll butcher a fat little stray.

4. Then on to Nanango, that hard-bitten township,
Where the out-of-work station-hands sit in the dust,
And the shearers get shorn by old Tim the contractor ...
I wouldn't go there but I flaming well must!

5. The girls of Toomancey they look so entrancing,
Those young bawling heifers are out for their fun!
With the waltz and the polka and all kinds of dancing,
To the racketty old banjo of Bob Anderson.

6. Then fill up your glasses and drink to the lasses;
We'll drink this town dry, then farewell to them all;
And when we've got back to the Augathella station,
We hope you'll come by there and pay us a call.

Written by Saul Mendelsohn, printed as a broadside, repr. Queensland Boomerang, 1891. In most Australian collections; cf. "Spanish Ladies"

also in DT
folkstream - dots & history
Wikipedia - Brisbane Ladies


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Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook
From: Sandra in Sydney
Date: 03 May 21 - 05:19 AM

how could we miss this classic?????
Joy Durst

054 BOTANY BAY - trad, also in DT

1. Farewell to old England for ever,
Farewell to my rum culls as well,
Farewell to the well-known old Bailey,
Where I used for to cut such a swell.

Chorus: Singing Too-ral li-ooral-li ad-dity,
Singing Too-ral li-ooral-li -ay,
Singing Too-ral li-ooral-li ad-dity,
And we're bound for Botany Bay.

2. There's the Captain as is our Commander,
There's the bo'sun and all the ship's crew,
There's the first and second-class passengers,
Knows what we poor convicts go through!

3. 'Taint leaving old England we cares about,
'Taint 'cos we mis-spells what we knows,
But becos all we light-fingered gentry
Hops around with a log on our toes.

4. These seven long years I've been serving now,
And seven long more have to stay,
All for bashing a bloke down our alley
And taking his ticker away.

5. Oh, had I the wings of a turtle-dove!
I'd soar on my pinions so high,
Slap bang to the arms of my Polly love,
And in her sweet presence I'd die.

6. Now, all my young Dookies and Duchesses,
Take warning from what I've to say,
Mind all is your own as you toucheses,
Or you'll find us in Botany Bay.

dots here
video
wikipedia - Botany Bay (song)


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Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook
From: Sandra in Sydney
Date: 03 May 21 - 05:04 AM

Joy Durst
028 THE BALLAD OF BEN HALL

1. Come all Australia's sons to me, a hero has been slain,
Butchered by cowards in his sleep, upon the Lachlan plain.
Ah, do not stay your seemly grief, but let the teardrops fall,
Australian hearts will always mourn the fate of bold Ben Hall.

2. He never robbed a needy man, the records sure will show
How staunch and loyal to his mates, how manly to the foe.
No brand of Cain e 'er stamped his brow, no widow's curse can fall;
Only the robber rich men feared the coming of Ben Hall.

3. For ever since the good old days of Turpin and Duval,
The people's friends were outlaws, and so was bold Ben Hall.
Yet savagely they murdered him, those coward bluecoat imps,
Who only found his hiding place from sneaking peelers' pimps.

4. Yes, savagely they murdered him, oh, let your teardrops fall,
For all Australia mourns today her bravest son, Ben Hall.
No more he'll mount his gallant steed to roam the ranges high;
Poor widow's friend in poverty, our bold Ben Hall, goodbye.

no source

video by a member ofthe Victorian Folk Music Club, learnt & posted April 2021


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Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook
From: Sandra in Sydney
Date: 03 May 21 - 05:01 AM

Joy Durst
016   THE OLD KEG OF RUM (trad)

My name is old Jack Palmer, and I once dug for gold,
And the song I'm going to sing you recalls the days of old,
When I'd plenty mates around me, and the talk would fairly hum,
As we all sat together round the old keg of rum.

Chorus: The old keg of rum, the old keg of rum,
As we all sat together round the old keg of rum.

2. There was Bluey Watt, the breaker, and old Tom Hynes,
And little Doyle, the ringer, who now in glory shines,
And many more hard doers, all gone to Kingdom Come,
We were all associated round the old keg of rum.

3. When the shearing time was over in the sheds on the Bree,
We'd raise a keg from somewhere, and we'd all have a spree,
We'd sit and sing together till we got that blind and dumb
That we couldn't find the bung-hole of the old keg of rum.

4. There was some would last the night out, and some would have a snooze,
And some were full of fight, boys, but all were full of booze,
Till often in a scrimmage I have corked it with my thumb,
Just to stop the life from ebbing from the old keg of rum.

5. Well, now my song is ended, I've got to travel on,
Just an old buffer skiting of days dead and gone,
But I hope you youngsters round me will, perhaps in years to come,
Remember Jack Palmer and the old keg of rum.

no source - dots here

folkstream - dots & source Related to 'The Old Bark Hut' this song was printed in Paterson's Old Bush Songs
   
audio- Oz Folk Song a day A version of this song was published in Paterson's Old Bush Songs. This version is from An Anthology of Australian Poetry to 1920 , edited by John Kinsella in 2007


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Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook
From: Sandra in Sydney
Date: 03 May 21 - 04:54 AM

returning to my posts from Joy Durst songbook

013 KOOKABURRA LAUGHED, words & music by Bush Music Club member Stan Wakefield. Published in Singabout, 3(1), Summer 1958 as a recent song.

download dots here

1. Down to the lake came the old black horse,
Down to the lake for a drink,
But the crocodile snapped his jaws and of course
That was the end of the old black horse;
Said the croc, "I'm king in all this land,
For none can my great jaws withstand",
But the Kookaburra laughed at the boastful croc,
And the kookaburra laughed, ha, ha!

2. Down to the lake came the buffalo bull,
Down to the lake for a drink,
And he flipped his horns and the old man croc,
Fell with a thump on the big, hard rock;
Said the bull, "I'm king in all this land,
For none can my great horns withstand",
But the kookaburra laughed at the boastful bull,
And the kookaburra laughed, ha, ha!
3. The bull trod hard on the little brown snake,
And the little brown snake was hurt,
So he bit that bull on the leg so deep
That the buffalo bull went off to sleep;
Said the snake, "I'm king in all this land,
For none my poison bite can stand",
But the kookaburra laughed at the boastful snake,

4. The kookaburra said, as he winked his eye, "Little snake, how I love you!
Although you call yourself a king,
To me you're just a tasty thing."
Then he glided down beside the lake
And swallowed him whole, that little brown snake,
Then the kookaburra laughed, ha, ha, ha, ha,
And the kookaburra laughed, ha, ha!

Included in "Songs of Australia", words and music by Stan Wakefield, edited by John Meredith for the Bush Music Club. Southern Music Publishing, Sydney, 1966. Bush Music Club Series no. 2.

Extracts from Singabout - the early songwriters - Stan Wakefield (1906-1962)


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Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook
From: Sandra in Sydney
Date: 03 May 21 - 04:40 AM

it was added 6th Oct by JennieG


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Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook
From: rich-joy
Date: 03 May 21 - 03:36 AM

I had always meant to do an Index to Composers as well, to assist in avoiding this!!
Soon!!

Cheers,
R-J


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Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook
From: JennieG
Date: 02 May 21 - 11:26 PM

I seem to recall adding 'The Dying Treasurer' some time ago.....perhaps on the occasion of a previous budget?


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Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook
From: Stewie
Date: 02 May 21 - 10:17 PM

With the federal budget imminent, it is perhaps appropriate to revisit this oldie.

DYING TREASURER
(John Dengate/Tune: Dying stockman)

A federal treasurer lay dying
His budget supporting his head
The cabinet stood plausibly lying
As he raised on his elbow and said

Chorus
Wrap me up in my jiggery-pokery
Wrap me round in my legerdemain
Bury me deep in the rhetoric
Right next to the monetary drain

There's booze in the cut-glass decanter
Place the numbers all in a row
And toast more and more unemployment
May the total continue to grow

Chorus

Cut down the consumer price index
Put wages and salaries on ice
Lock up one or two union leaders
To help me attain paradise

Chorus

Oh, had I the flight of a bronze-wing
Instead of a blind silver-tail
I'd fly in the face of all reason
And I'd write my last budget in braille

Chorus or alternative last stanza

Oh, had I the flight of an emu
I'd desperately run round and round
And try to soar into the sunset
And never get up off the ground

From John Dengate's 1982 publication 'My Shout'.

--Stewie.


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Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook
From: Stewie
Date: 01 May 21 - 10:09 PM

PATSY FAGAN
(Traditional)

I left my home in Ireland ’twas many years ago
I left my home in Ireland where the pigs and praties grow
And since I left old Ireland, it’s always been my plan
To show these Aussie people I’m a decent Irish man

Chorus
‘Hello Patsy Fagan’, you’ll hear the girls all cry
‘Hello Patsy Fagan, you’re the apple of me eye
You’re a decent man from Ireland, there’s no one can deny
You’re a harum scrarum devil-may-care-um decent Irish boy’

I’m working here in Aussie and I’ve got a decent job
Shovelling bricks and mortar and the pay is fifty bob
Oh, I wake up in the morning and I wake up with the lark
And as I’m walking down the street you can hear the girls remark

Chorus

Now if there’s one among you who’d care to marry me
I’ll take you to my little home across the Irish sea
I’ll dress you up in satin and I’ll please you all I can
Just to let these Aussie people know I’m a decent Irish man

Chorus

This is a version of an Irish song that was adopted in Australia.   The lyrics above are as printed in Bill Scott's 'The Second Penguin Australian Songbook'. It is a composite version of one published by the Sydney Bush Music Club in 'A Collector's Song Book' and one collected by Alan Scott. The stanzas are in a different order, but it is basically similar to the version in this YT clip linked below. Bill Scott also collected a 'Glasgow' version from a Cloncurry drover, Bert Stacey.

Youtube clip

--Stewie.


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Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook
From: Stewie
Date: 29 Apr 21 - 09:19 PM

TO THE GULF

To the Gulf! To the Gulf! To Australia's fag-end
Where all kinds of misery walks hand in hand
Where a man is soon done if he's willing to broil
And the strongest soon finds himself under the soil
Where the squatters are rapidly going to pot
And the men are all dying like sheep, of the rot
When I'm tired of existence my steps I will bend
To that fair land of promise, Australia's fag-end

To the Gulf! To the Gulf! To that blissful retreat
Where roguery stalks coolly abroad in the heat
Where a cheque is a cheque if you live till it's got
But the chance is a hundred to one that you'll not
For unless you can live in a swamp like a frog
You may reckon on dying the death of a dog
Then if you're foolish your steps you will bend
To that fair land of promise, Australia's fag-end

To the Gulf! To the Gulf! To the land of the flies
Where each insect tormentor for mastery vies
Which shall plague you the most in the terrible heat
The Gulf is most truly a blissful retreat
Carpentaria! High wages have no charms for me
In an atmosphere pregnant with death on the spree
When I've no other refuge my steps I will bend
To that Gulf full of horrors, Australia's fag-end

Another parody set to the Down in the old front line tune. Russel Ward discovered it in a book called 'Colonial Adventures and Experiences' by George Carrington. It is not included in his 'Penguin Book of Australian Ballads', but it is in Bill Scott's Penguin compilation. Ron Edwards collected it from Frank Pitt and published it in his big book.

--Stewie.


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Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook
From: JennieG
Date: 29 Apr 21 - 07:52 PM

We're home after a trip Down South, where the autumn colours were lovely and where The One And Only Grandkid is shooting up like a weed.

"Goodbye, Melbourne Town" is not on the O'Leary and Hildebrand CD. Deep in the dark recesses of my brain I can hear it being sung......but by whom, I wonder?


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Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook
From: Stewie
Date: 28 Apr 21 - 10:06 PM

Back in Nov last year, 3 Les Darcy songs were posted to this songbook. Here is an earlier one:

LES DARCY

Way down in Tennessee
There lies poor Les Darcy
His mother's pride and joy
Their Maitland's bonny boy
All I can think of tonight
Is to see Les Darcy fight
How he beats them
Simply eats them
Every Saturday night
And people in galore
Said they never saw
The likes of Les before
Upon the stadium floor
They called him a skater
But he proved to them a fighter
And he gave up hope
When he got that dope
Way down in Tennessee

This is included in Bill Scott's Penguin compilation. It was also collected by Ron Edwards from Pat Murphy in north Queensland and is printed in his big book. Russel Ward published the original words in his 'Penguin Book of Australian Ballads'. Ward believes it was written by 'Percy the Poet' ( real name P.F. Collins) who sold his street ballads in Sydney in the 1920s and 1930s.
Here is Percy's ballad:

THE DEATH OF LES DARCY

In Maitland's cemetery
Lies poor Les Darcy
His mother's pride and joy
Australia's bonny boy
How we long for the night
Just to see Les Darcy fight
How he beat 'em
Simply eat 'em
Every Saturday night

Chorus
There lies young Les Darcy
Who we know was so ill-advised
When the sad news reached us
How the tears stood in our eyes
His one great ambition
Was to fight at the Golden Gate
But the Yanks called him from us
Proved to be the sad hand of fate

The critics by the score
Said they never saw
A lad like him before
Upon the stadium floor
Oh the Yanks thought him a skater
But he proved himself a fighter
So they killed him
Yes, they killed him
In Memphis Tennessee

The belief that Darcy was poisoned by rival fighter was widespread in Australia. There was also a general belief that the Yanks poisoned Phar Lap. Darcy died of pneumonia.

Darcy bio

The tune for the version in Scott's compilation was a popular song of the time. The soldiers of the First AIF also had a parody of the tune which Scott presented alongside the Darcy song.

Down in the old front line
Oh, that won't do for mine
Among the mud and slime
Amidst the slush and grime
All I can think of tonight
Is the parapet so white
Bombs are popping, shells are dropping
No relief in sight
The rum we ought to get
We see no signs of yet
You bet we'll get trench feet
With nothing hot to eat
There's tons of shells to chase us
And no dug-outs to save us
Till we get back, till we get back
Where there's wine and cheer for us

Down in the old front line

--Stewie.


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Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook
From: GerryM
Date: 27 Apr 21 - 10:05 PM

"Me and Cheryl McGraw", Australian parody of "Me and Bobby McGee", already appears in a couple of threads on Mudcat (https://mudcat.org/thread.cfm?threadid=167067 and https://mudcat.org/thread.cfm?threadid=20525). It has gone through a lot of folk-processing in its short career, no two sources seem to have the same lyrics. The lyrics below are from The Shonky Songbook, edited by Paul Mortimer and Greg Snook, published 1992.

Me and Cheryl McGraw (to the tune of Me and Bobby McGee)
Lyrics by Lee Williams

I was down and out in Wollongong, waiting for a bus,
Feeling near as daggy as me jeans.
Cheryl thumbed a Holden down, riddled full of rust.
Took us all the way to Narrabeen.

I pulled me didgeridoo out of me Penrith Panthers t-shirt,
Blowin' sad while Cheryl combed her hair.
With them windscreen wipers flappin' time,
I got stuck on the fourteenth line
Of the nineteenth verse to Advance Australia Fair.

Chorus:
'Cos freedom's just another word for being unemployed.
A dollar ain't worth nothing any more.
Feeling good is easy, mate, with a stubby in your hand.
Feeling good is good enough, for sure –
As long as it means feeling Cheryl McGraw.

From the steel mills of Port Kembla to the brilliant Bondi sun,
Cheryl shared me Chiko rolls and pies.
Yes, she stood right beside me, she was sweating like Phar Lap.
Thank Gawd for Aerogard to keep away the flies.

But somewhere near Maroubra, I let her slouch away
With a long-haired hippie poofter from Balmain.
And I'd even trade me Dennis Lillee autographed cricket box
For another night with Cheryl's sister Jane.

Chorus

So Cheryl and her hippie mate got married in North Sydney.
He's a bank clerk, she's a bank clerk, too.
And while he plays pool at the RSL, she watches "Sale of the Century",
'Cos in Pennant Hills there's bugger-all else to do.

And I wonder if she thinks of me as she microwaves her hubby's tea,
And the youngest kid has pooped his pants again.
As she downs another Valium, if she ever wonders what's become
Of me, she'll have to ask her sister Jane.

Chorus


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Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook
From: Stewie
Date: 27 Apr 21 - 09:14 PM

TO THE NORTH
(Unknown/Tune: 'I'm Afloat')

To the the North! To the North! To the land of the blacks
For hundreds of miles you can keep pushing back
For tucker and water you'll often go short
While humping your drum far away in the North

To the North! To the North! Where the squatters go bung
Greenhide is their mainstay, their crops kurrajong
With scabbies and shin-plasters, they pay all their men
They feed them on pig-weed, sour-thistle, fat-hen

To the North! To the North! The last place God made
The contract unfinished, lost, stolen or strayed
With coolies, black labour and lots of the sort
Ante-up is the gospel they preach in the North

Collected in Mareeba Qld in 1966 by Ron Edwards from the singing of Frank Evans and his brother and sister who had learned it from their uncle, an early overlander. Edwards noted that a diet of pig-weed and sour-thistle would not be relieved by the odd meal of poultry for fat-hen is another plant. It is also known as 'Good King Henry' and used as a substitute for spinach. 'Scabbies' were diseased sheep and 'shin-plasters' promissory notes which would often fall to pieces in the stockman's pocket before he could get to the nearest town and cash them.

The tune is the 1843 song 'Im Afloat', published in England with words by Eliza Cook and music by Henry Russell. It was enormously popular and many parodies were written to the catchy tune.

I'm Afloat

--Stewie.


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Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook
From: Stewie
Date: 27 Apr 21 - 08:43 PM

Sandra, thanks for posting the link to Bob Bolton's thread re 'Bold Tommy Payne'. I was too slack to reproduce the notes in Edwards' big book. It is curious that Scott didn't include or even mention the Garradunga text in his Peguin book.

--Stewie.


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Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook
From: Sandra in Sydney
Date: 27 Apr 21 - 12:21 AM

intro to Bold Tommy Payne- https://mudcat.org/thread.cfm?threadid=34376

The following is basically from Singabout, Journal of Australian Folksong, Volume. 4, Number 1, 1960, pp 6 & 7, Bush Music Club, Sydney, (with additions and minor corrections from Singabout, Volume. 4, Number 3, 1961, p15).

The author is the indefatigable collector Ron Edwards of Kuranda, North Queensland.

The dangers of mistaking a recent song for a traditional one are very real and Bold Tommy Payne with its references to pig dogs and wild boars is good case in point. Written as recently as 1953, it has already appeared on LP records and in the Queensland Centenary Songbook, under the heading of "traditional" on William Clausen's record and "heard in Garradunga Pub1947" in the songbook.
:
In 1953 Jack Crossland, the author of the song and John Crane (Tom Payne) both canefarmers of Smithfield, N. Q. were out hunting wild pigs which come down from the Kuranda ranges and cause extensive damage in the canefields. Their pig dogs set up a big black and white boar which came charging down the track towards them. Jack set off smartly for the nearest sapling but John was slower and the boar caught him, tusking him in the groin and tearing his clothes about.
:
Later on both men saw the humour of the incident and Jack Crossland wrote a song about the incident, "Bold Johnny Crane" which soon became very popular in the district. When the American singer William Clausen visited Cairns he heard the song and later put it on his record of Australian songs. He changed the name Johnny Crane to Tommy Payne at the request of the Crane family. Originally sung to the tune On Top of Old Smokey it was later. changed to Villikins and his Dinah. Here then is the original: -


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Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook
From: Stewie
Date: 26 Apr 21 - 08:32 PM

BOLD TOMMY PAYNE
(Jack Crossland)

I'll tell you a story, it's sad but it's true,
Of the wild pigs where I come from and the damage they do.
There once was a farmer called Bold Tommy Payne
Who grew some sweet Pindar and Q.50 cane.

It was late in the evening an old boar he came,
And he started a-dining on Bold Tommy's cane,
So up stepped Bold Tommy, the fire in his eye,
He cursed and he swore that the old boar must die.

He reached for his rifle that stood by the door,
And he called for his pig-dogs, and they came by the score.
Then down to the caneflelds, all dressed for the fray
In waistcoat and trousers, Bold Tom made his way.

As he stood on the headland and gazed all around
He heard the cane cracking, and he heard a strange sound.
As the big boar came charging straight for Bold Tom,
The dogs were all barking and the battle was on!

Up stepped Bold Tommy, six feet in the air,
As he straddled the porker he heard his pants tear,
Well, you should have heard the language and the words of Bold Tom
When he found to his sorrow his trousers were gone.

Now out in old Smithfield where the Pindar it grows,
The folks tell the story and they ought to know;
How up on Black Mountain that old boar resides,
And they say that he's still wearing Bold Tommy's strides!

Lyrics as printed in Edwards' big book and second penguin book of Australian folksongs.

Youtube clip

Bill Berry sang a different set of lyrics:

Click

--Stewie.


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Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook
From: Stewie
Date: 26 Apr 21 - 08:09 PM

Sandra reminded me that this piece of doggerel was posted a few years ago by well-known Aussie folkie, Tony Suttor, who lives in Darwin. Based on 'Bloody Orkney', it supposedly came from a soldier based in Darwin in 1941.

BLOODY DARWIN

The bloody town's a bloody cuss
No bloody trams, no bloody bus
And no one cares for bloody us
Oh bloody, bloody Darwin

The bloody roads are bloody bad
The bloody folks are bloody mad
They even say 'you bloody cad'
Oh bloody, bloody Darwin

All bloody clouds and bloody rain
All bloody stones, no bloody drains
The council's got no bloody brains
Oh bloody, bloody Darwin

And everything's so bloody dear
A bloody bob for bloody beer
And is it good? No bloody fear
Oh bloody, bloody Darwin

The bloody 'flicks' are bloody old
The bloody seats are bloody cold
And can't get in for bloody gold
Oh bloody, bloody Darwin

The bloody dances make me smile
The bloody band is bloody vile
They only cramp your bloody style
Oh bloody, bloody Darwin

No bloody sports, no bloody games
No bloody fun with bloody dames
Won't even give their bloody names
Oh bloody, bloody Darwin

Best bloody place is bloody bed
With bloody ice on bloody head
And then they say you're bloody dead
Oh bloody, bloody Darwin

Bloody Orkney

--Stewie.


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Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook
From: Sandra in Sydney
Date: 26 Apr 21 - 08:41 AM

from The Guardian -

ONLY ONE OF THE TOYS, described on its sheet music as a ‘pathetic soldier song’, was written by Mark Erickson and P. Clay-Bealer only a few months after the outbreak of the First World War in 1914. Despite its gloomy subject, this 1914 song was surprisingly popular in its day.

lyrics & audio

A soldier was saying “Goodbye” to his wife
He was marching that day to the war
His little son played with a gallant toy brigade
Of brightly painted soldiers on the floor
The boy looked up from his scene of mimic strife
And he said, “Daddy when to war you go,
Will you have a reg’ment too, will you drill it like I do?”
But his father answered “No”

I’m only one of the toys, my boy,
I do what I’m told to do
Perhaps I’ll fall, be forgotten by all
All but your mammy and you
I do my best along with the rest
When I march with the Brave Old Boys
No command is mine, just a number in the line
For I’m only one of the toys

The battle was over and there on the ground
Lay a soldier in pain waiting death
His comrade bent his head just to hear the words he said
That came so slowly with his dying breath
“My dear old pal, you will soon be homeward bound
Tell my wife all that you have heard me say
And remind my little Jim of the words I said to him
On the day I marched away”

I’m only one of the toys, my boy,
I do what I’m told to do 
Perhaps I’ll fall, be forgotten by all 
All but your mammy and you 
I do my best along with the rest 
When I march with the Brave Old Boys 
No command is mine, just a number in the line
For I’m only one of the toys


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Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook
From: Sandra in Sydney
Date: 26 Apr 21 - 08:34 AM

from The Guardian article -

SONS OF AUSTRALIA written by prolific English music hall composer Felix McGlennon in 1900, during the Second Boer War.

lyrics & audio

VERSE 1

Sons of Australia
Hear the Mother calling
Calling to her boys who’re
Scattered far and wide
Sons of Australia
Hear those insults galling
She who bore you wants her offspring
Standing by her side
Bred for fighting, built to stay
Never yielding, never knew the way
When they defied our Mother
Threatened with their guns
Did they think that such a grand Old Mother had no sons?

CHORUS
Did they think that England stood alone?
Have they heard how to her side we’ve flown?
Sons of Australia
Strike for your Empire Grand,
Fight as your Mother taught you to,
For the dear old land


VERSE 2

Sons of Australia
Are your pulses thrilling?
Thrilling at the chance to thrash
Your Empire’s foes
Sons of Australia
How your ranks are filling
As you think of Motherland
Your hearts’ blood quicker flows
Pluck and muscle, blood and brain
Born of heroes linked in Empire’s chain
Proud of your grand old birthright
Glorious and free
Mighty Monarch of the Nation’s ruler of the sea

CHORUS
Did they think that England stood alone?
Have they heard how to her side we’ve flown?
Sons of Australia
Strike for your Empire Grand,
Fight as your Mother taught you to,
For the dear old land

VERSE 3 (not included in this recording)

Sons of Australia
Read your Empire’s story
How your Father’s built it
Shall that Empire wane?
Sons of Australia
Ne’ver must fade their glory
Vow what gallant sires have fought for
Their sons will maintain
Heav’n hath willed it
Tis decreed world wide
Rulers we the grand old breed
We who have fought for freedom
Scorning all things base
Must fulfil our destiny
To be the ruling race


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Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook
From: Sandra in Sydney
Date: 26 Apr 21 - 08:27 AM

from The Guardian article -

THEY WERE THERE!! THERE!! THERE!! music by Bert Rache, lyrics by Private Harley Cohen of the 4th Battalion AIF, written in the trenches 1916

audio probably preformed by Peter Dawson   They Were There sheet music with words (too small to read)


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Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook
From: Sandra in Sydney
Date: 26 Apr 21 - 08:16 AM

from the Guardian article -

BOYS OF THE DARDANELLES - the best-known composition by Marsh Little (1880-1958), particularly effective for encouraging recruitment.

lyrics & audio

VERSE 1
Old England needs the men she breeds
There's fighting to be done.
Australians heard, and were prepared,
To help her every son.
From out the bay they sailed away,
Our pride, Australia's own,
And so to-day they're far away
And some in great unknown.

CHORUS
Boys of the Dardanelles,
They faced the shot and the shells,
Down in hist'ry their fame will go,
Our children's children their daring deeds will know
Australian lads in khaki and in blue <
Have shown the World what they can do.
How they fought and fell
The cables daily tell,
Boys of the Dardanelles.

VERSE 2

Neath foreign skies with eager eyes,
Those boys of the Dardanelles,
By the dear old flag with never a lag,
Have fought and served it well.
From scraping keel, with plunging steel,
They quickly got to work.
In khaki kit they did their bit,
And soon were upon the Turk.

CHORUS x 2

VERSE 3 (not on this recording)
When war is o'ver, and home once more,
Come Boys from the Dardanelles,
To them we'll raise our hats in praise,
And we'll hear the stories they'll tell.
It was their lot to get it hot,
Some quite new at the game.
Their gallant dash the foe to smash
Will live on the roll of fame.


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Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook
From: Sandra in Sydney
Date: 26 Apr 21 - 08:12 AM

I thought I might as well post the songs from The Guardian article

AUSTRALIA WILL BE THERE - by Walter Skipper Francis, 1915. The song quotes from Auld Lang Syne in its chorus and is often given its longer title, For Auld Land Syne - Australia Will Be There.

audio

There are lots and lots of arguments
Going on today
As to whether dear old England
Should be brought into the fray
But all right thinking people
Know well we had to fight
For the Kaiser’s funny business
It wants some putting right.
Rally 'round the banner of your country
Take the field with brothers o'er the foam
On land or sea
Wherever you be
Keep your eye on Germany
But England, home and beauty
Have no cause to fear
Should auld acquaintance be forgot
No, no, no, no, no!
Australia will be there
Australia will be there
You have heard about the Emden ship
Cruising all around
She was sinking British merchant men
Where'er they could be found
But one fine morning early
The Sydney hove in sight
She trained her guns upon them
And the German said ‘goodnight’
Rally 'round the banner of your country
Take the field with brothers o'er the foam
On land or sea
Wherever you be
Keep your eye on Germany
But England, home and beauty
Have no cause to fear
Should auld acquaintance be forgot
No, no, no, no, no!
Australia will be there
Australia will be there


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Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook
From: Sandra in Sydney
Date: 26 Apr 21 - 07:53 AM

just ran across this

THE GHOST by Terry Fielding & Fred Dyer (Fred used to post on Mudcat)

INTRO: There's a tale they tell of a man on a horse.
His cape is blowin' on the breeze.
With fire in his eyes and a burnin' in his heart,
Has to find his killer to be free.
Ay-die-die, die-de-die-die-die,
De-die-die-die-de-die-de-die.

1. Things were lean in ninety-four.
A poor man had to steal to get along,
But he was caught with a loaf of bread.
The law says in the jail you do belong.

CHORUS: The clamp upon the boards from the hooves of his horse
Made a weird and eerie sound.
The villagers knew as one that the ghost was on the run,
Searchin' for the man who cut him down.
Ay-die-die, die-de-die-die-die,
De-die-die-die-de-die-de-die.

2. He broke from jail one stormy night,
And one man saw him get away.
A hundred pound was the price they set,
And one man needed money on that day.

3. The police behind and the bridge ahead,
He only had to cross it to be free.
The wooden bridge was the borderline
And he almost reached the safety of the trees.

4. His killer lay by the riverside,
A loaded pistol in each hand,
And as he rode by on his horse that day,
He heard a bang [pause for gunshot] and then he died.

video


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Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook
From: Sandra in Sydney
Date: 26 Apr 21 - 06:01 AM

interesting article with links to 9 songs, with audio/video + some with lyrics

From Eric Bogle to Ziggy Ramo: the Australian music challenging the Anzac legacy 50 years since And the Band Played Waltzing Matilda, Australian songwriters have continued to poke at otherwise unassailable wartime legends

... Songs like Australia Will Be There (1915) (audio & lyrics), Boys of the Dardanelles (1915) (audio & lyrics), and They Were There! There! There! (1916) (audio only) served an explicit role as propaganda and recruitment tools, often glorifying the sacrifice, mateship and heroism of the young men who enlisted. Some, like the Boer war-era Sons of Australia (lyrics & audio), predate the commonwealth, with a call to patriotism that came firmly couched in the language of empire: (“Sons of Australia / Are your pulses thrilling? / Thrilling at the chance to thrash / Your empire’s foes”).

But not all wartime songwriters viewed Australia’s role in a contest of European imperial powers so sunnily. Mark Erickson and P. Clay-Bealer’s Only One of the Toys (1914) (lyrics & audio) speaks to the futility of the conflict, framing Australian soldiers as the disposable playthings of imperial command: “No command is mine / Just a number in the line / For I’m only one of the toys.”

video - Red Angel Panic : Viet Rock (1971)

Redgum - I Was Only 19 (A Walk in the Light Green) (Official Video) strangely enough you have to 'Sign in to confirm your age. This video may be inappropriate for some users'.

Cold Chisel - Khe Sanh [Official Lyric Video] (2011)

Lee Kernaghan - Spirit of the Anzacs (Official Music Video)


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Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook
From: Sandra in Sydney
Date: 25 Apr 21 - 10:40 PM

Joy Durst no. 012 THE KELLYS, BYRNE AND HART Bushwhacker broadside no. 13

also in the Digital Tradition with tune The Wearing of the Green John McCormack singing Wearing of the Green.

It was in November, seventy-eight, when the Kelly Gang came down,
Just after shooting Kennedy in famed Euroa town;
Blood horses they were all upon, revolvers in their hand,
They took the township by surprise, and gold was their demand.
Ned Kelly walked into the bank, a cheque all in his hand,
For to have it changed for money, now of Scott he did demand;
And when that he refused him, he looking at him straight
Said, "See here, my name's Ned Kelly, and this here man's my mate."

2. They rode into Jerilderie town at twelve o'clock at night,
Aroused the troopers from their beds and gave them an awful fright;
They took them in their nightshirts, ashamed I am to tell,
They covered them with revolvers and locked them in a cell.
They next acquainted the women-folk that they were going to stay,
And take possession of the camp until the following day.
They fed their horses in the stalls, without the slightest fear,
Then went to rest their weary limbs till daylight did appear.

3. Next morning being Sunday morn, of course they must be good,
They dressed themselves in troopers' clothes, and Ned he chopped some wood,
Now no-one there suspected them, as troopers they did pass,
And Dan, the most religious, took the trooper's wife to Mass.
They spent the day most pleasantly, had plenty of good cheer,
With fried beef steak and onions, tomato sauce and beer;
The ladies in attendance indulged in pleasant talk,
And just to ease the troopers' minds, they took them for a walk.

4. It was when they robbed Euroa bank you said they'd be run down,
But now they've robbed another one that's in Jerilderie town,
That's in Jerilderie town, my boys, and we're here to take their part,
And shout again "Long may they reign ... the Kellys, Byrne and Hart."
As high above the mountains so beautiful and grand,
Our young Australian heroes in bold defiance stand,
In bold defiance stand, my boys, the heroes of today,
So let us stand together boys, and shout again, "Hurray!"


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Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook
From: Sandra in Sydney
Date: 25 Apr 21 - 10:22 PM

009 FLOW ON SWEET MITTA, words & music composed by Mrs D. Pendergast, coll. by Folk Lore Society of Victoria.

dots here

Flow on, sweet Mitta, so close to my door,
Caressing the willows that grow by your shore,
Reflecting the shadows and dancing with rain,
Those golden leaves passing will ne'er pass again.

2. You come from the mountains of ice, wind and snow,
And cascade down valleys, to green fields below.
It's there that you linger, it's there that you stay,
Sporting with fishes, by night and by day.

3. Oft' when I'm weary, as evening draws nigh,
I sit by my window to watch you flow by,
You haunt and you charm me like the sweet scented air,
hat drifts o'er the mountains, and dwells with me here.

4. You're a soul-soothing river, so deep and so calm,
When storm waters gather, you do me no harm,
Do you flow on for ever, or like man must die,
When my soul is resting, I know you'll pass by.

NLA has sheet music for this song, publ. by Allens Music, 1966


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Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook
From: Sandra in Sydney
Date: 25 Apr 21 - 10:13 PM

Joy Durst 005 THE COD FISH SHANTY video

Melbourne girls, they have no combs,
Heave away, heave away,
They comb their hair with cod-fish bones,
And we're bound for Australia

Chorus - Heave away, my bully bully boys, heave away, heave away
Heave away, why don't you make a noise,
And we're bound for Australia.

2. Melbourne boys, they have no sleds,
Heave away, heave away,
They slide downhill on cod-fish heads,
And we're bound for Australia.

3. Liza Lee, she promised me,
Heave away, heave away,
When I return she'll marry me,
And we're bound for Australia.

note from Mark Gregory's Union songs
In his notes for this song in Tradition (Oct 1966) Edgar Waters writes "Versions of this shanty are not uncommon in print, but they are mostly to be found in rather recent, popular books for singers. The shanty is found only rarely in the works which are reliable records of collecting from sailors at first hand".

Australian Tradition (aka Tradition) is published by Victorian Folk Music Club.


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Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook
From: Sandra in Sydney
Date: 25 Apr 21 - 10:01 PM

I've also been looking at the Joy Durst Songbook (Victorian Folk Music Club, 1st ed 1970, 2nd 1980, 3rd edition (download ) 2000 - 100 songs with dots, & lots more features!

004 - THE COCKIES OF BUNGAREE   coll from Simon McDonald video

Now all you blokes take my advice and do your daily toil
But don't go out to Bungaree to work in the chocolate soil
For the days they are so long me boys, they'd break your heart in two
And if ever you work for Cocky Bourke, you very soon will know

Chorus
Oh we used to go to bed you know a little bit after dark
The room we used to sleep in it was just like Noah's Ark
There were dogs and cats and mice and cats and pigs and poulteree
But I'll never forget the time we had while down in Bungaree

Oh the first thing Monday morning sure to work we had to go
My noble cocky says to me "Get up you're rather slow"
The moon was shining gloriously and the stars were out you see
And I thought before the sun would rise I'd die in Bungaree

Oh he called me to my supper at half-past eight or nine
He called me to my breakfast before the sun did shine
And after tea was over all with a merry laugh
The old cocky says to me "We'll cut a bit of chaff"

Now when you are chaff cutting boys isn't it a spell
Yes by jove it is says I and it's me that knows it well
For many of those spells with me they disagree
For I hate the jolly night work that they do in Bungaree


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Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook
From: Sandra in Sydney
Date: 25 Apr 21 - 09:44 PM

Dinky Di is so famous, how could we have missed it?

I've been going through John Thompson's Oz Folk Song of the Day & found a lot of good stuff!

FREMANTLE GAOL by Sandgroper - aka L.G. Montgomery
Moondyne Joe and other Sandgroper Ballads (1969) by L.G. Montgomery

Audio

Now beware all you wayward young fellows,
Take heed of my sorrowful tale;
Transported to Western Australia
For a convict in Fremantle Gaol

Chorus:
Oh my darling she cries every morning
Oh, my darling she cries every day

They told us to build our own prison,
A broad arrow dungeon of stone
With a high prison wall on the hilltop
And a cold narrow cell all alone

It's seven long years I've been taken,
I've been flogged with the chains that I've worn
What hope has a man without freedom
He'll wish that he never was born

There's a convict who struck down his gaoler,
From the quarries of labour he fled;
With the trackers and dogs in his footsteps
And a felon's reward on his head.

Now beware all you wayward young fellows
Take heed of my sorrowful tale
For tomorrow they take me and hang me
From the gallows of Fremantle Gaol.


To the tune of "Tarpaulin Jacket", from "The Wildflower Songsheet of Australian Ballads", printed in WA by Imperial Printing Co Pty Ltd (undated).


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Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook
From: Stewie
Date: 25 Apr 21 - 09:35 PM

THE SONG OF SONGS
(Will Ogilvie)

Let others chant of battle and such wreaths as glory gave
I would rather sing the praises of the dew that dips the daisies
Of the wind that stirs the wattle and the foam that flecks the wave

When others sing the nation and the flag that sweeps the seas
Let them leave me to deliver the old message of the river
And the true interpretation of the wind's voice in the trees

For when the drums are calling men to honour and renown
Turning in their dreamy slumbers they are swayed by softer numbers
Music of a dewdrop falling or a dead leaf drifting down

And when the battle rages and the grey smoke dims the skies
There's a voice that makes them listen till the gathering teardrops glisten
And the love that lit the ages brings the roselight in their eyes

Let others chant of battle and such wreaths as glory gave
I would rather sing the praises of the dew that dips the daisies
Of the wind that stirs the wattle and the foam that flecks the wave

Graham Jenkin put a tune to this Ogilvie poem: page 61 of his 'Songs of the Great Australian Balladists'.

--Stewie.


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Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook
From: Stewie
Date: 25 Apr 21 - 08:52 PM

DINKY DI
(Anon)

He came down to London and straightaway strode
To army headquarters on Horseferry Road
To see all the bludgers who dodge all the strafe
By getting soft jobs on the headquarters staff
Dinky di, dinky di
By getting soft jobs on the headquarters staff

The lousy lance-corporal says, "Pardon me, please
You've mud on your tunic and blood on your sleeve
You look so disgraceful that people will laugh"
Said the lousy lance-corporal on headquarters staff
Dinky di, dinky di
Said the lousy lance-corporal on headquarters staff

The digger just shot him a murderous glance
Says he, "I'm just back from the balls-up in France,
Where bullets are flying, and comforts are few
And brave men are dying for bastards like you!"
Dinky di, dinky di
And brave men are dying for bastards like you!"

"We're shelled on the left and we're shelled on the right
We're bombed all the day and we're bombed all the night
And if something don't happen, and that very soon
Dinky di, dinky di
There'll be nobody left in the bloody platoon!"

The question soon came to the ears of Lord Gort
Who gave the whole matter a great deal of thought
He awarded the digger a VC and two bars
For giving that corporal a kick up the arse
Dinky di, dinky di
For giving that corporal a kick up the arse

This version as printed in John Fahey's 'Great Australian Folk Songs'. Fahey notes that 'verses and variations are endless'. One version has this final stanza:

Now when this war's over and we're out of here
We'll see him in Sydney town begging for beer
He'll ask for a deena to buy a small glass
But all he'll get is a kick in the arse
Dinky di, dinky di
But all he'll get is a kick in the arse

The song is included in Bill Scott's 'Second Peguin Australian Songbook' under the title 'The Digger's Song' with this chorus:

Dinky di, dinky di
For I'm an old digger and can't tell a lie

Danny Spooner recorded it on his 'ard Tack' album without any chorus.

Youtube clip

--Stewie.


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Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook
From: GerryM
Date: 25 Apr 21 - 05:45 AM

Alan Foster used to post here, as Alan of Australia and as Alan of Oz. Several of his songs can be found scattered around Mudcat: The Wolfhound; It's Not Easy; The Travelling Salesman; Early One Morning; The World's Slowest Swimmer; Seamus and the Lady; How Granny Died. Here's one more. Marg Walters tells me it's based on an actual occurrence, with "Tom" in the song being Tom Hanson, well-known in these parts as a member of The Roaring Forties. The only recording I know of is on a cassette of Alan's, called Cockroaches and Computers.

Cockroach in a Folk Club
Alan Foster

When Tom, the stockman, came to town,
'Twas the hottest night of the year.
And as he sat down in the little folk club,
Pat went out to the bar for some beer.
There were sounds in the air of an Irish ballad,
The Flower of Donegal.
The singer was halfway through her song
When a cockroach appeared on the wall.

Now Tom eyed the roach with a baleful glare,
And wished for his trusty stockwhip.
And not to be daunted, he rose to his feet,
And removed his belt from his hip.
Well, Tom kept his eye on the crawly intruder,
Had that roach in his sights.
He flicked his wrist, and a sound like a shot
Made the singer stop short in her fright.

The cockroach's tail remained on the wall,
Leaving a dark little stain.
The singer remembered the words of the song,
And we all joined in the refrain.
The rest of the cockroach sailed through the air
In a graceful, descending arc,
Just as Patrick emerged through the door with the beer,
And the dog began to bark.
Now, the roach's trajectory took it unerringly
Towards the beer that Pat held,
And he gave a shrill cry and jumped aside
From the place where the roach was propelled.

As Pat jumped aside, a few drops of beer
Fell to the floor in a puddle,
And right in the middle of that pool of beer
The dying cockroach did tumble.
He swam round and round in the amber fluid
As he died from the lethal blow,
And I think of his death in a pool of grog,
And I think, what a great way to go.


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Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook
From: Stewie
Date: 24 Apr 21 - 10:41 PM

Featherston was NZ's largest training camp in WWI. 30 000 men were trained there.

PROMISES TO KEEP
(Brendan Connor)

Rain on the wind
Norwester on the break
Snow-clad distant mountains
Shadows on the lake
Safe haven
Safe haven for young men

You are all gone
And the flags no longer crack amid the cheers
It's been so long
And the memories are dulled by passing years
But here amongst these stony fields
Winter's weary shadow steals
And your voices linger on the breeze

March on march on
March on march on
Promises to keep
But miles to go before you sleep
March on march on

Gallant heroes all good men
Drilled and honed in Featherston
March stoic, ripe and eager for their fate
Brothers, cousins, husbands, sons
Wagons, horses, bugles, drums
Trooping to the summit like a snake

Rain on the wind
Norwester on the break
Snow clad distant mountains
Shadows on the lake
Safe haven
Safe haven for young men

You are all gone
And your tents and wooden barracks stand no more
It's been so long
Each passing day a closing door
But here beneath this sallow sky
Now and ever sanctified
Your voices will linger on the breeze

March on march on
March on march on
Promises to keep
But miles to go before you sleep
March on march
March on march on
March on march on

Audio

The Robert Frost poem that inspired the title:

STOPPING BY THE WOODS ON A SNOWY EVENING

Whose woods these are I think I know
His house is in the village though
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow

My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake
The only other sound’s the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake

The woods are lovely, dark and deep
But I have promises to keep
And miles to go before I sleep
And miles to go before I sleep

On his death bed, Nehru had his copy of Frost's collected verse opened at this poem with the final stanza underlined.

--Stewie.


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Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook
From: Stewie
Date: 24 Apr 21 - 10:15 PM

SAPPER'S LULLABY
(Fred Smith)

Up past from the Role 2, and down past the gate, out to the flight line
We stood in the sun, slouch hat and gun as two caskets passed us by

And followed the padre, on to the Herc. And out in to the pale summer sky
We walked back to Poppy’s, and went back to work, with the dust still in our eyes

So soldiers, sing me, your sapper’s lullaby
You give it your all, knowing if you should fall
That all good things must die

These young engineers whose job is to clear the roads that we may pass
Always out front and, when they bear the brunt, man it happens fast

Sapper D Smith had a wife and a son, the apple of his eye
Snowy Morland was just 21, way to young to die

Soldiers, sing me, a sapper’s lullaby
You give it your all, Knowing if you should fall
That all good things must die

So go call your mother, call your old man, on that welfare line
Tell 'em you love 'em, while you still can, cause all good things must die

Soldiers, sing me, a sapper’s lullaby
You give it your all, knowing if you should fall
That all good things must die

Fred explains and sings his song:

Youtube clip

One of Australia's finest war poems by folklorist and poet, John Manifold.

THE TOMB OF JOHN LEARMONTH AIF
(John Manifold)

This is not sorrow, this is work:
I build acairn of words over a silent man,
My friend John Learmonth whom the Germans killed.

There was no word of hero in his plan;
Verse should have been his love and peace his trade
But history turned him to a partisan.

Far from the battle as his bones are laid
Crete will remember him. Remember well,
Mountains of Crete, the Second Field Brigade!

Say Crete, and there is little more to tell
Of muddle tall as treachery, despair
And black defeat resounding like a bell

But bring the magnifying focus near
And in contempt of muddle and defeat
The old heroic virtues still appear.

Australian blood where hot and icy meet
(James Hogg and Lermontov were of his kin)
Lie still and fertilise the fields of Crete.

Schoolboy, I watched his ballading begin:
Billy and bullocky and billabong,
Our properties of childhood, all were in.

I heard the air though not the undersong,
The fierceness and resolve; but all the same
They’re the tradition, and tradition's strong.

Swagman and bushranger die hard, die game,
Die fighting, like that wild colonial boy –
Jack Dowling, says the ballad, was his name.

He also spun his pistol like a toy,
Turned to the hills like wolf or kangaroo,
And faced destruction with a bitter joy.

His freedom gave him nothing else to do
But set his back against his family tree
And fight the better for the fact he knew

He was as good as dead because the sea
Was closed and the air dark and the land lost,
'They'll never capture me alive,' said he.

That's courage chemically pure, uncrossed
With sacrifice or duty or career,
Which counts and pays in ready coin the cost

Of holding course. Armies are not its sphere
Where all's contrived to achieve its counterfeit
It swears with discipline, it's volunteer.

I could as hardly make a moral fit
Around it as around a lightning flash.
There is no moral, that's the point of it,

No moral. But I’m glad of this panache
That sparkles, as from flint, from us and steel,
True to no crown nor presidential sash

Nor flag nor fame. Let others mourn and feel
He died for nothing: nothings have their place.
While thus the kind and civilised conceal

This spring of unsuspected inward grace
And look on death as equals, I am filled
With queer affection for the human race.

-- Stewie.


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Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook
From: Sandra in Sydney
Date: 24 Apr 21 - 09:59 PM

both perfect & it is time to remind our readers of Phyl Lobl's Battle of the Somme posted 19 Sep 20 - 01:32 AM. Presented by Dingo's Breakfast, one of the archival photos is of a very young soldier looking at the camera ...

Her father was 16 when he enlisted & 18 when he was wounded at the Somme. He enlisted again in 1939 & she was 7 when he came home, then he died the following year.

Dingo's Breakfast Oz music and poetry band have recorded some of Jack Sorensen's songs.


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Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook
From: Stewie
Date: 24 Apr 21 - 09:41 PM

Today is Anzac Day in Oz and NZ.

ON EVERY ANZAC DAY
(John Schumann)

Ghosts and memories are loitering still in the corridors of time
There's sorrow, smoke, and stories in the barracks of my mind
I'm with him still in the trenches, I can see his dark, brown eyes
And his courage gave me courage when I was sure we were going to die
I asked him once why he volunteered for that hell-hole far away
To fight for someone else's king and the land they took away
He said, "One invading mob's too many" and then he walked away
And I lost him in the crowds waving flags on the side of the road — like every Anzac Day

From Murray Bridge and Mundrabilla, from Naracoote and Perth
First Australian station hands, shearers, gangers, clerks
And there was no black, there was no white, just a dirty khaki brown
And on our upturned slouch hat brims, we all wore the "Rising Sun"
Soldiers, brothers, all Australians, we had no time for race
When the bullets are whining past your head, you're all just shades of grey
He kept his medals in their box in a drawer — he tucked them well away
But he'd pull them out and put them on and put them back again — on every Anzac Day
Every Anzac, every Anzac, every Anzac Day — on every Anzac Day

Armentieres and Flanders, Tarin Kowt and Salamau-Lae
Amiens and Morotai, Long Tan, Dispersal Bay
Somalia, Crete and Kapyong, Iraq and the Solomons
Paschendaele, Maprik and Tarakan — they were there — the first Australians

And when the show was over and we made it back to Australia's shores
From Pozieres and Herleville Wood, Benghazi and Fremicourt
We drifted back into our lives, and we all tried to hide the scars
Of the tears and fears and terrors that still tracked us down the years
He tried to join the RSL but the bastards wouldn't let him in
They didn't see a soldier, just a first Australian
And I wonder what it was that we fought for and what it was we gave away
There's reconciliation still to come — on every Anzac Day
Every Anzac, every Anzac, every Anzac Day — on every Anzac Day

Coda:
So when the sun sets in the evening, when the dawn lights up the sky
We remember those first Australians, who joined and fought and died
From the missions, bush and station country, towns and Torres Straits
We remember the fighting First Australians — now — and on every Anzac Day
Every Anzac, every Anzac, every Anzac Day — on every Anzac Day, on Every Anzac
Every Anzac, every Anzac, every Anzac Day — on every Anzac Day, on Every Anzac
On every Anzac Day

Youtube clip

We have posted a few poems by Jack Sorensen that have been set to music. This one hasn't been set to music, but it is pertinent to some of the crap occurring today.

TO A FALLEN COMRADE

I hope that I will never see your name
Graven in stone and set in a pubic place
Where one drab day in all the long gay year
Men congregate and speak their platitudes
Saying of you and all the helpless host
Of names which once meant laughter, love and hope
That you were brave and that you freely gave
Your all, that such and such might ever be

I know nor care not whether you were brave
In that dread curtain call of your life's play
You had in you all that I value most
In human kind before they marched you forth
To save, if you did save, the fleeting thing
Flooded with glory light that shone so wan
On you whose glory was your manly heart
You could not be exalted or debased

I will not think of you as when I saw
Your shattered body lying in the sun
Wide vacant eyes fixed on an empty sky
A burlesque in the comely human shape
There is no dignity in violent death
Rather will I remember you as when
On an October day, we climbed the range
And saw our fathers' homesteads in the glen

This 'Late Night Live' program is worth a listen in this context:

Strength of Australia's anti-war sentiment

--Stewie.


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Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook
From: Sandra in Sydney
Date: 23 Apr 21 - 10:18 PM

Scomo Scares Me by Dale Dengate. tunes - Happy Clappy & Deep in the heart of Texas

Whitney Houston's powerful & soulful version of Jesus loves me
Gene Autry sings deep in the heart of Texas

Scomo scares me this I know
For his actions show me so.
Lumps of coal for brains he bears
Welfare cuts for all health cares.

How good is Scomo,
How good is Scomo
With tax cuts for the wealth, he
Cuts back upon your health.

Scomo scares me this I know
For his actions show me so.
Religious freedom for the few
Who see Hell’s judgment made for you.

How good is Scomo
How good is Scomo
Religious freedom for the few
Who see Hell’s judgment made for you.

Scomo scares me this I know
For his actions show me so.
Climate change he can’t abide
Prays the sun will go and hide

How good is Scomo,
How good is Scomo
Climate change he can’t abide
Prays the sun will go and hide

Scomo scares me this I know
For his actions show me so.
Lack of policy is clear
Drives us folk to drink more beer!

How good is Scomo,
How good is Scomo
Lack of policy is clear.
Drives us folk to drink more beer!
~~~~~~~~~~~
I have been updating my Scomo scares me/… searching for better rhymes. Need that ‘ master of rhymes’ for inspiration?
I wrote them as an addition as Scomo kept doing incompetent things, but being there for the big flashy photo op announcement, but missing in action! I suppose that make them an addendum.
I wrote the Dutton verses several years ago now to sing at Festival by the Sea at Kiama. It was an action song that got everyone involved. (20/04/21)

Scomo scares me this I know
Photo ops he loves to front,
Empty claims he loudly crows,
But actual rollout hard to find.

How good is Scomo, [repeat]
Photo ops he loves to front,
But actual rollout hard to find. [ rhyme?? confront?]

Scomo scares me this I know,
Makes excuses every day,
He wasn’t there, he wasn’t told,
Anyway just blame delay.

How good is Scomo [rep x2]
He wasn’t told,
Makes more excuses to behold
~~~~~~~~~~~

Change of claps and tune … to Deep in the heart of Texas. Audience invited to clap …

He hopes you might
Move to the right
Clap x3
Deep in the heart of taxes

Dutton’s so mean
His acts and schemes
Clap x3
Goes lower than oil in Texas

The poor and Black
Should just go back
Clap x3
Dutton’s like Trump in Texas

Dutton‘s a dope
He cuts off hope
Clap x3
Let’s send him off to Texas
~~~~~~~~~~~~~


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Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook
From: JennieG
Date: 22 Apr 21 - 06:55 AM

Okay - as I said, I'm away until next week. I'll check when we're home again.


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Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook
From: Stewie
Date: 21 Apr 21 - 10:40 PM

Sandra and Jennie, 'Goodbye Melbourne Town' is not on 'Young man and able', 'The Bagman's Gazette' nor 'Songs they used to sing'.

THE MAN I MIGHT HAVE BEEN
(Gary Shearston)

I’ve been a long time in the wilderness
Picking up the pieces
I’ve been a long time on a mountain top
Staring at the sea
There’s been a chain around this heart of mine
Linked to life’s caprices
There’s been a song deep down inside of me
Longing to be free

Well everybody has to bear the cross
When they burn their fingers
And everybody has their nemesis
Waiting in the wings
I know I’ve been my own worst enemy
Putting trust in swindlers
But then I guess for simple-hearted souls
That’s the way of things

Lord, my hand is on the plough
Shine new light upon the scene
As I ask forgiveness now
Of the man I might have been
Heart and soul desire
Pentecostal fire
To turn lead to gold
And the mystic rose of old unfolds

Now as I count the cost of my mistakes
Add them all together
I see I’ve been a fool so many times
But a fool made wise
For where’s the wisdom in adversity
Unless it teaches whether
You come to understand with certainty
Only love survives

Lord, my hand is on the plough
Shine new light upon the scene
As I ask forgiveness now
Of the man I might have been

From his 'Only love survives' album.

Youtube clip

Album note by Shearston:

"There is nothing permanent," said Heraclitus, "except change." The Man I Might Have Been is a song of transition, of taking stock, of coming to terms, of reflection on the purpose of life's journey. The title comes from a Henry Lawson poem and is also found in one of Morris West's novels. At an earlier date, the English poet, Adelaide Ann Procter (1825-1864), wrote, "No star is ever lost we once have seen. We always may be what we might have been." Heraclitus, by the way, was a Greek philosopher who lived from 540-475 BC. "Upon those that step into the same rivers," he said, "different and different waters flow down."

--Stewie


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Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook
From: rich-joy
Date: 20 Apr 21 - 09:36 AM

I was sure we had this posted already, but I think it MAY have just been an honourable mention?!!


THE WRECK OF THE DANDENONG

trad

Oh, wild and furious blew the blast
And the clouds were hanging round
When the Dandenong from Melbourne sailed
For Newcastle port was bound
With eighty-three poor souls on board
Through the storm she cleaved her way
And it's sad to relate of the terrible fate
'Twas just off Jervis Bay.

And I dream of you, I dream of sleep, I dream of being warm
But through the night I have to sail, to brave this raging storm.

While steaming through the briny waves
Her propelling shaft gave way
And the waters they came pressing in
Which filled them with dismay
All hands on board did all they could
Till at length all hope was gone
And they hoisted a signal of distress
On board of the Dandenong.

It was not long until a barque
A brisk and lively crew
Came bearing down and the Captain said
"We'll see what we can do!"
Came bearing down with might and main
In spite of wind or wave
They did all they could as Christians would
Those precious lives to save.

And I dream of you, I dream of sleep, I dream of being warm
And pray the sea will leave me be, to see another dawn.

While some in boats they tried to reach
That kind and friendly barque
And numbers of their lives were saved
And then the night came on pitch dark
What mortal man then could do more
When the storm increased on strong
And the rest now sleep in the briny deep
Along with the Dandenong.

And I dream of you, I dream of sleep, I dream of coming home
But a mile of water buries me, beaneath this raging foam.


NB : using Kate Burke & Ruth Hazleton’s additional choruses…….

The Raglins - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eKVzCdaZ6Fk

And here’s an a cappella harmony version from trio, The Ballina Whalers - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1J87keZ4YLY


Notes:
John Meredith collected this song from 73 year old Mary Byrnes in 1954. In his "Folk Songs of Australia" he writes :   
"This was one of the songs learned by Mary Byrnes when she was a little girl. ….. The wreck described in the ballad ocurred in September 1876."

There’s another variant on Mark Gregory’s excellent website, along with many more Notes :   http://folkstream.com/107.html


R-J


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Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook
From: rich-joy
Date: 20 Apr 21 - 08:34 AM

Tony Suttor, up in Darwin, just reminded me about this one!! (thanks for the lyrics and the data, Tone) - I've not yet found Mike & Lesley singing it online (as well as being singer-songwriters, they're genealogists - and more!)

DON’T SIGN ON THE EMMA                                 

Mike Murray & Lesley Silvester

        
Stranded in Fremantle I was looking for a berth
I’d just been paid off from a Yankee whaler
I’d heard the schooner Emma was signing on a crew
When I got talking with another sail-or, and he said:

        Chorus:   
      “Don’t sign on the Emma, she’s not the ship for you;
       Don’t sign on the Emma, that’s a warning.
       She’s had her share of troubles and she’s looking for a crew;
       She’s sailing from Fremantle in the morning."                                         
                        
He said “I shipped on board the Emma on her first run up the coast
The ship took all the sail that we could give her
But before a day and night had passed, a sailor we had lost
Then we fouled the anchor in the De Grey River.”
                        
“Next we hit the jetty when we docked at Champion Bay
The passengers and crew were all a-swearing
The Master says ‘The compass wasn’t working right today
And we’ll have to try and find a different bearing.’ ”   So…
                        
“The next trip was no better when we headed for the North
We had a mob of sheep to take to Roebourne
Then up at the Abrolhos we stranded on a reef and
We had to build a raft to bring the sheep home.”   So…
                        
Well, I thought about the sailor as I walked down to the quay
And I saw the Emma stranded on the sand spit
I watched as she refloated – and then she lost her mast
So I decided that the Emma wasn’t my ship.   So…
                      
Weeks went by and then the news the Emma had gone down
And all the town was talking the next morning
And I thought about the words that the sailor said to me:
“Don’t sign on the Emma, that’s a warning.”   No…
                        
                                              
1867 Emma, Australian schooner, Ningaloo Reef - https://secure.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/wiki/Shipwrecks_of_Western_Australia
http://www.museum.wa.gov.au/maritime-archaeology-db/wrecks/emma Built Lowestoft Suffolk 1859, Fremantle 1866 Walter Padbury, lost 1867 Ningaloo Reef.

Notes with CD:   “The Emma was plagued with misfortune from the start. Brought to Western Australia by the pastoralist and merchant Walter Padbury in 1865, she only managed to complete two voyages up and down the coast of Western Australia, before she was lost on her third voyage, returning from Roebourne to Fremantle. Over a hundred years later her wreck was located on a reef off Coral Bay. During her short but eventful life on the coast, she suffered a host of misfortunes, and quickly gained a reputation as an unlucky ship, to be shunned by sailors.”



R-J


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Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook
From: Sandra in Sydney
Date: 20 Apr 21 - 07:12 AM

THE ROBOT SHEARER, by Roland Griffin - tune Ryebuck Shearer.

video - Ryebuck Shearer sung by Ted Egan

Well I've heard about a bloke who's makin' a machine
To take the wool off the sheep and take it off clean
It doesn't need a man so no shears will be seen
And they call it the robot shearer.

CHORUS -
If it don't shear a tally and it's fuses blow
It's silicon chips in the river I'll throw
And it's back to the drawing board the scientist will go
It's the end of the robot shearer.

There's a new one on the board it's the RS21
It doesn't take a tea break at the end of every run
The rousies all call it the galvanized gun
Yes of course it's the robot shearer.

CHORUS

Well it doesn't mind the dags and it doesn't mind the smell
It doesn't even sweat and it's cheap to feed as well
It'll never join the union so I hope it goes to hell
Yes a curse on the robot shearer.

CHORUS

Well it had a little trouble, or so I'm told
It found the ewes were difficult to hold
It seems they don't like him his hands are always cold
Bad luck to the robot shearer.

CHORUS

The boss he didn't mind when it docked all his lambs
Dipped all his wethers and crutched all his dams
But he really did his block when it castrated his rams
It's the sack for the robot shearer.

Published in Stringybark & Greenhide, 4(2), p.28

from Tony Suttor - It was awarded joint first prize in the 1986 Top Half Folk Festival Songwriting Competition, together with Paul Lawler's My Dear Darwin (according to Peter Bate's book Top Half Folk Festivals 1971-2012).

MY DEAR DARWIN was posted by Rich-Joy on page 1 of this thread 20 Aug 20 - 07:36 AM 


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Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook
From: Sandra in Sydney
Date: 20 Apr 21 - 06:56 AM

THE ROBOT SHEARER, by Alan Foster - tune Ryebuck Shearer

video - Ryebuck Shearer sung by Ted Egan

Based on the Australian traditional song "Ryebuck Shearer" and inspired by the fact that a robot has been invented which is supposed to shear sheep.

I come from a factory and my name is F.R.E.D.
With bolts in my guts and chips in my head
My atomic reactor is safely lined with lead
And of course I'm a Robot Shearer.

CHORUS: If I don't shear a tally before I go
My microchips I will surely blow
And straight back to the factory I'll go
To reprogram the Robot Shearer.

Well the acronym F.R.E.D. is not very nice
Ridiculous Electronic Device
What the F stands for you'll not have to guess twice
And they call me the Robot Shearer.

Well the ringer he's a great big red headed lug
He said, "I'll beat this bionic mug"
But he only won 'cause he pulled my plug
And disabled the Robot Shearer.

There's a long haired bloke by the name of Clyde
What he said about me well it wounded my pride
When last seen he was wearing short back and sides
That's one for the Robot Shearer.

It happened one day while shearing a ram
With the delicate touch of my metallic hand
That it didn't quite work out the way I planned
He'll not forget the Robot Shearer.

Whether wool or flesh I can hardly guess
So the sheep often leave in a state of distress
I once heard someone say that I was RS
Which of course stands for Robot Shearer.

LAST CHORUS: If I don't shear a tally before I go
My microchips I will surely blow
And straight back to the factory I'll go
To recycle the Robot Shearer.


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Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook
From: JennieG
Date: 20 Apr 21 - 06:39 AM

We are, thank you,r-j! We spent a couple of weeks in Canberra - we have family there - and are now in Cootamundra, just because we haven't been there before. Met with a distant cousin this morning and will stay a few more days before heading off home.

There is wattle blooming just near our caravan, but it isn't Cootamundra wattle.


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Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook
From: Sandra in Sydney
Date: 20 Apr 21 - 05:31 AM

THE OVERLANDERS - trad,

audio

There's a trade you all know well,
It's bringing cattle over.
On ev'ry track,
To the Gulf and back,
Men know the Queensland drover.

CHORUS:
Pass the billy 'round boys!
Don't let the pint-pot stand there!
For tonight we drink the health
Of every overlander.

I come from the northern plains
Where the girls and grass are scanty;
Where the creeks run dry
Or ten foot high
And it's either drought or plenty.

There are men from every land,
From Spain and France and Flanders;
They're a well-mixed pack,
Both white and black,
The Queensland overlanders.:

When we've earned a spree in town
We live like pigs in clover;
And the whole year's cheque
Pours down the neck
Of many a Queensland drover.

As I pass along the roads,
The children raise my dander
Crying "Mother dear,
Take in the clothes,
Here comes the overlander!":

Now I'm bound for home once more,
On a prad that's quite a goer;
I can find a job
With a crawling mob
On the banks of the Maranoa.

From Australian Tradition, No. 19, March, 1960, published by The Folklore Society of Victoria and the Victorian Folk Music Club.

Notes published with the song:
The Overlanders has been in circulation in a number of versions for over 100 years. The earliest surviving one was current in the 1840s and published in the Queensland Camp Fire Song Book in 1865. Russel Ward quotes from this earlier verion.

"All sorts of men I had, from France, Germany and Flanders, Lawyers, doctors, good and bad, in my mob of overlanders" as an indication of the mixture of educated and professional men among outback workers and the high standard of outback literacy. He also quotes this and other versions as showing the nomadic habits of these people and their disrespect for policemen and the law.

The version included here passes "the billy round", in others, the bottle or the "wine cup" is circulated. The tune is that sung by the Victorian Folk Music Club. It is the same as the well-known tune printed in the Overlander Songbook, Bandicoot Ballads and the Penguin Song book with the omission of a couple of the accidental notes. The original tune was probably well-known. John Manifold records having learnt it from his father in his youth and then heard it again many years later from Vance Palmer who had collected it in Sth Queensland. Other versions are quoted in Hugh Anderson's Colonial Ballads and in Stewart and Keesing as being sung to different tunes, one called "Dearest Mae", and another, "The King of the Cannibal Isles".


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Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook
From: rich-joy
Date: 20 Apr 21 - 05:29 AM

Good CD that (O'Leary & Hildebrand) - Stewie has posted some tracks from it .....

Hope you're having a good awaytime, JennieG!

Cheers! R-J


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Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook
From: Sandra in Sydney
Date: 20 Apr 21 - 04:59 AM

I also gave Greg & Hildebrand's CD to Ross!


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Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook
From: JennieG
Date: 20 Apr 21 - 01:46 AM

Apologies to Alan for mis-spelling his name!

I have 'A young man and able', it's probably on that. I also have 'Together again for the very first time' by Greg O'Leary and Greg Hildebrand, which contains some real gems. I'll check when we get home next week.


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Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook
From: Sandra in Sydney
Date: 19 Apr 21 - 08:45 PM

PARODY FOR GLADYS by Dale Dengate, 2021. tune - Oh Mary Don't you weep Pharaoh’s Army got drownded = Liberal party got downded ...

So many possible lines. John would have had a ball.

Oh Gladys! What a stuff up you made
With dodgy Daryl as your pillow mate.
It was greed for cash that drove his trade
Poor Gladys took his bait.

Oh Gladys! What a fool you have been
With dodgy Daryl for your dalliance man
With cash for visas he was very keen
Oh Gladys; not that man!

Oh Gladys! at corruption you baulk
But dodgy Daryl's changing zones on the land
Trusted him with his pillow talk
And stuck your head in the sand.

Oh Gladys! what a fool you have been
Let dodgy use you as a tool for his gain
Greed as his passion was all to be seen
Oh Gladys, you’re insane.

Watching the painful decline of a once-respected premier Gladys Berejiklian's open embrace of pork-barrelling completes the transformation of a once-respected leader into a premier who presides over a state of sleaze.


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Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook
From: Sandra in Sydney
Date: 19 Apr 21 - 07:53 PM

oops, a little typo in Alan's surname - Musgrove

discogs.com lists 2 albums, Horseblind and Ratwagging (1977 LP), Australian Old Time Fiddle (2006 CD)
tradandnow.com is still selling Bagman's Gazette (2008) A Young Man and Able (undated CD)

It's not on 'Behind the times' I also had 'The Bagman’s Gazette', & 'Songs They Used to Sing' but I gave them to Ross Fear for his Australian Spectrum radio show when I was downsizing CDs. Suddenly he had a library of 250 Oz folk CDs!!


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Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook
From: JennieG
Date: 19 Apr 21 - 07:01 PM

I'm pretty sure Alan Musgrave has recorded 'Goodbye Melbourne Town' but can't check until we get home, we're away at present.


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Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook
From: Sandra in Sydney
Date: 19 Apr 21 - 09:08 AM

I found a verse in Frank Clune's 1957 "Scandals of Sydney Town",

Goodbye, Sydney Town,
Sydney Town, goodbye!
I am leaving you today
For a country far away;
For today I'm stony broke,
Without a single brown.
If I make a fortune
I'll come back and spend it
In dear old Sydney Town
                   OLD SONG

so I went looking for it, & couldn't find it as it actually 2 songs - one about Sydney, the other about Melbourne which was a bit easier to find (thanks to Rob Willis who has seen both songs over the years)

Fortunately TROVE has the sheetmusic for both songs! Goodbye Sydney Town - words Leonard Nelson, music Fred Hall   Goodbye Melbourne Town - words Leonard Nelson, music Fred Hall

1. GOODBYE SYDNEY TOWN - words Leonard Nelson, music Fred Hall. Allen's popular Sixpenny Songs, no. 78

Lonely and sad stood a brave honest lad
On the deck of a steamer one day,
He was working his passage far over the sea
To England many miles away.
He was leaving Australia the land of his birth,
Where he failed to succeed though he tried,
As the ship moved away he took one longing look
At the city he loved, then he cried.
chorus

Goodbye, Sydney Town, Sydney Town, goodbye;
I am leaving you today for a country far away,
Though today I'm stony broke without a single brown,
If I make a fortune I'll come back and spend it in dear old Melbourne Town

From the ship that was now swiftly sailing away
He watched the crowd saying goodbye;
Some with bright faces were cheering their friends,
Others heaved many a sigh,
Still his thoughts were not with that fast fading crowd,
But the old town he loved, oh, so dear,
As he said with a sigh, I'll come back bye-and-bye,
Once again came the words loud and clear.

chorus

On the pier stood the Dad of that stout-hearted lad,
He'd been saying one last fond good-bye;
As he thought of his boy he could not restrain
The tears that would rise in his eye,
For the ship that was now but a speck on the foam
Held all that made life to him dear,
As he turned from the shore with a heart beating sore,
In fancy these words he could hear :

chorus

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

2. GOODBYE MELBOURNE TOWN - words Leonard Nelson, music Fred Hall. Allen's popular Sixpenny Songs, no. 77

Lonely and sad stood a brave honest lad
On the deck of a steamer one day,
He was working his passage far over the sea
To England many miles away.
He was leaving Australia the land of his birth,
Where he failed to succeed though he tried,
As the ship moved away he took one longing look
At the city he loved, then he cried.
chorus

Goodbye, Melbourne Town, Melbourne Town, goodbye;
I am leaving you today for a country far away,
Though today I'm stony broke without a single brown,
If I make a fortune I'll come back and spend it in dear old Melbourne Town

From the ship that was now swiftly sailing away
He watched the crowd saying goodbye;
Some with bright faces were cheering their friends,
Others heaved many a sigh,
Still his thoughts were not with that fast fading crowd,
But the old town he loved, oh, so dear,
As he said with a sigh, I'll come back bye-and-bye,
Once again came the words loud and clear.

chorus

On the pier stood the Dad of that stout-hearted lad,
He'd been saying one last fond good-bye;
As he thought of his boy he could not restrain
The tears that would rise in his eye,
For the ship that was now but a speck on the foam
Held all that made life to him dear,
As he turned from the shore with a heart beating sore,
In fancy these words he could hear :

chorus

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

I also found this video Goodbye Melbourne Town/Botany Bay/Wild Rover No More (Medley) by Slim Dusty but he only uses the chorus


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Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook
From: Stewie
Date: 18 Apr 21 - 08:41 PM

FISHERMAN’S DAUGHTER
(The Waifs)

I don't like gold and I don't like pearls
I'm just your regular West Australian fisherman's daughter
I'm a middle-class, folk-singing, guitar-playing girl

I ain't seen the world, no I've not travelled far
I'm saving dollars for a nineteen sixty two
Ruby red interior R series Valiant, mother of a car

I'm a country girl and I’m in a city world pulling up
Pulling over, man, I'm gonna let you through
I'm living in the left-hand lane of my city
Slow down so I can walk this highway with you
Slow down, let me walk it with you

Slow down
We all gotta slow down
Man, I wanna walk that highway with you
With you, you, you

No not yet married, I got no ring on my hand
I got my heart beating for this sweet-loving
Second-hand dealing boy
I'm gonna love him the best way I can - I know I can

I'm a country girl in a city world pulling down
Pulling over, man, I'm gonna let you through
I'm living in the left-hand lane of my city
Slow down so I can walk this highway with you
Slow down, let me walk it with you

I don't like gold and I don't like pearls
I'm just your regular West Australian fisherman's daughter
I'm a middle-class, folk-singing, guitar-playing girl

Youtube clip

--Stewie.


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Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook
From: Stewie
Date: 15 Apr 21 - 09:54 PM

THE SUNSHINE DISASTER
(Unknown)

He was driving a Bendigo engine
The train was running all right
It was going along as usual
Till Sunshine came in sight
He put on his brakes and he whistled
For the signal was against the train
He applied his brakes for emergency
But alas ‘twas all in vain

Chorus
If those trains had only run
As they should, their proper time
There wouldn’t have been a disaster
At a place they call Sunshine
If those brakes had only held
As they did a few hours before
There wouldn’t have been a disaster
And a death-roll of forty-four

The doctors and nurses arrived there
And the sight it caused them pain
To see all the wounded and dying
In the wreck of that fateful train
The people of Sunshine ne’er faltered
But assisted with all their power
To help the doctors and nurses
In that awful and painful hour

Chorus

This is from Ron Edwards' big book. He collected it at Lappa Junction in August 1966 from the singing of Bill Leonard who had learnt it some 30 years earlier.

Youtube clip

In the video, Musgrove uses a chorus that Edwards collected from Frank Evans at Mareeba Qld in September 1966.

If those brakes had only gripped
As they did a while before
There would be no Sunshine disaster
Or deaths numbering forty-four
If that guard had only seen
That danger lay ahead
There would be no widows or orphans
But happier homes instead

Sunshine train crash 1908

--Stewie.


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Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook
From: Sandra in Sydney
Date: 14 Apr 21 - 03:00 AM

AWAY, YOU SHAKY TURNBULL © John Dengate 2009
Tune: Shenandoah

video - Bruce Springsteen singing Shendandoah

Oh, what a chore to have to hear them,
Away, you shaky Turnbull.
Oh, please, oh, please don’t let me near them.
Away, with Mal and Joe
And good bye, Costello.

Julia Gillard's feeling cocky.
Away, you shaky Turnbull
She's scoring goals in games of Hockey.
Away, with Mal and Joe
And good bye, Costello.

The Liberal Party is unlucky,
Away, you shaky Turnbull
The prize they won was Wilson Tuckey
Away, with Mal and Joe
And good bye, Costello.

They are the devil's worst invention,
Away, you shaky Turnbull
Lock them all up in detention
Away, with Mal and Joe
And good bye, Costello.

The leadership is quite dyspeptic
Away, you shaky Turnbull
For Minchin is a climate sceptic
Away, with Mal and Joe
And good bye, Costello.

They’re paranoid, their front bench speakers,
Away, you shaky Turnbull
The way they fear asylum seekers
Away, with Mal and Joe
And good bye, Costello.

Notes
Many thanks to John Dengate for permission to add this song to the Union Songs collection.

It really needs updating - I wonder if Dale would like to do it, I'll ask her!


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Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook
From: Sandra in Sydney
Date: 14 Apr 21 - 02:52 AM

STIMULUS PACKAGE by John Dengate 2010 Tune: Fiddlers’Green

Chorus:
Oh, I'm tired of the stimulus package,
It's not stimulating at all;
Wayne Swan's so depressing.
I feel like undressing
And dancing in George Street outside the town hall.

There should be a system imposing large fines
For they keep on repeating the same bloody lines –
Five minutes of Gillard requires six beers
And damned Lindsay Tanner just bores me to tears.

Oh, where have the colourful characters gone?
Kevin Rudd stands up and drones on and on –
An hour-long lecture to him’s a brief chat…
But he isn’t John Howard…I’m grateful for that…

Bring back Paul Keating and then let him loose;
What parliament needs is some decent abuse –
Some nasty invective with insults that bite,
Some poisonous speeches with plenty of spite…

Notes
Many thanks to John Dengate for permission to add this song to the Union Songs collection.

video-Fiddler's Green sung by author John Connolly
As John said in 1989 in the Author's Ramblings in My Shout Again - I still refuse ti apologise fro pinching tunes. I wish it to be known I only pinch quality tunes.


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Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook
From: Sandra in Sydney
Date: 14 Apr 21 - 02:42 AM

THE MAD MONK by John Dengate 2010
tune: Vilikins and His Dinah/Dinky Di/ Sweet Betsy from Pike etc

Oh dear, just how low have the Liberals sunk.
They’ve chosen as leader the raving mad monk.
A royalist ratbag, a popish ex-pug;
Reactionary Tory, the monarchist thug.

They've sacked Malcolm Turnbull and put in his stead
A bloke who's been punched far too hard, round the head;
Too many left hooks which rather explains
The crackpot ideas that roll round his brains.

It's enough to send Methodists out on a binge –
He's a punchy ex-priest from the lunatic fringe
A failed Father Tony who's frightened of hell
And raises his fists at the sound of a bell.

They've chosen as leader a real troglodyte,
A cruiserweight lout from the party's far right
A punch-throwing papist. Oh, times must be grim
For the Tories to choose a mad bastard like him.

Repeat first verse.

Notes

Many thanks to John Dengate for permission to add this song to the Union Songs collection.

The Mad Monk is Australian opposition leader Tony Abbott elected by a majority of one of his colleagues at the end of 2009

video- tune Vilikins and his Dinah


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Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook
From: Sandra in Sydney
Date: 14 Apr 21 - 02:37 AM

SONG FOR JULIA © John Dengate 2010
Tune: Fiddlers’ Green

Australlia's PMs, they have always been males
But Julia Gillard, the woman from Wales.
Took over from Rudd and you cannot deny.
There's a spring in her step and a glint in her eye.

Chorus:

Oh, the blood of the fearsome Welsh bowmen
Is running in Julia's veins;
As forward she marches
Forget not those archers –
The memory of Agincourt always remains.

The Welsh bowmen fired and their arrows, in flights.
Cut down in hundreds the French armoured knights.
Six hundred years ago history records,
The longbow prevailed over chivalry's swords.

The feudal French knights 'neath the sharp arrows fell….
Those tough, peasant archers, they did their work well;
Pride, wealth and privilege lay in the mud…
And the blood of those bowmen is Julia's blood!

Notes
Many thanks to John Dengate for permission to add this song to the Union Songs collection.

John writes:
'As was the case at Crecy and Poitiers, the heavily-armoured French knights, the pride of the feudal system, were savagely defeated by the English of the Battle of Agincourt, in 1415. The English army relied heavily on peasant long bowmen … mainly Welsh … for their victories.'

video-Fiddler's Green sung by author John Connolly


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Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook
From: Sandra in Sydney
Date: 14 Apr 21 - 02:29 AM

I just found an 11 years old emailed list of Dengate songs posted by mark Gregory on Union songs.


RECESSION SONG by John Dengate, 2009
Tune: Bread of Heaven

Goodness me, we now are in recession,
All our hopes of wealth are gone.
Though we pray for saintly intercession,
Heaven just feels put upon.

Pass the Coopers … all our super's
Gone into a deep black hole –
Line up quietly to collect the dole.

No complaints! You've had it good for ages;
No-one loves a whinger, mate!
If you'd saved three quarters of your wages,
You'd have banquets upon your plate.

Don't say 'suicide'; seek a truer guide,
Soon the good times will return –
We'll have credit card and cash to burn!

Eat cheap meat … there's protein in that gristle …
Dog food's good … you buy it canned.
Cop it sweet … hum happy tunes and whistle …
Buy your trousers second hand.

Soup's sustaining…no complaining!
Be obsequious and smile;
Wait obediently in single file.
Stop that grumbling! Hunger's humbling
We've survived bad times before –
What we really need's a good, long war.

tune on 1877 Conacher all-tracker actuion pipe organ


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Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook
From: Sandra in Sydney
Date: 14 Apr 21 - 12:22 AM

oops, i thought I checked every video (blush)


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Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook
From: Stewie
Date: 13 Apr 21 - 10:39 PM

Sandra, this YT clip of 'Henry Lawson's Pen' works fine:

Click

--Stewie.


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Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook
From: Stewie
Date: 13 Apr 21 - 08:52 PM

This ripper poem deserves greater exposure. Bob Rummery obtained the words from Tom Brittain, author of 'When You're Flush' posted above on 28 August last year. Tom found them in one of the rural newspapers, the 'Farmer's Weekly' or similar publication. Despite an extensive search, Bob was unable to discover the author of the poem. However, he put a tune to it and forwarded it to Chloe and Jason Roweth who recorded it on their 'A Voice That Was Still' album. Midkin Station is near Moree in northern NSW.

ALL GONE
(Unknown/Bob Rummery)

The ghosts of shearers long-since dead
Are back at Midkin now
They come with softest silent tread
To ring once more that mighty shed
And show the learners how

The wind sighs soft o’er silent lands
Where sheep no longer graze
And phantoms come and take their stand
And grasp the shears in ghostly hands
Before a dreamer’s gaze

The empty shed so silent now
Was rowdy long ago
With men who came from plain and hill
To laugh and swear and work until
The sun was hanging low

Silken webs festoon the place
Where shearers’ down tubes hung
But in those nets of silken lace
I see full many an old friend’s face
And think of the years they’ve rung

The cocky’s hut’s deserted now
The quarter doors hang wide
Beneath tall gums where skies are blue
Look down on earth of raven hue
And hosts of memories hide

Of men like Trev, Chris, Bert and Blue
The shearers who’ve moved on
And cooks and shed hands tried and true
And roustabouts and rollers too
A soft wind sighs, ‘All gone’

Their names are written on the wall
In figures black and red
And up among the rafters tall
Where phantom breezes rise and fall
A soft wind sighs, ‘All dead’

All gone - no more at close of day
The babbler calls them in
Or curses two-up schools that stay
Where lamprey soft on tables lay
And the clearing can’t begin

The mighty sheds are of the past
Where once they ruled the day
And men who worked them at the last
Are of a breed that’s going fast
From lands where we’d hold sway

But ghosts of shearers who once shore
At Midkin still come back
I saw them there where cobwebs hung
And heard once more the songs they sung
On the way to cooky’s shack

Their tallies will forever stand
No one will carry on
And only ghosts will take the stand
And grasp the shears with ghostly hands
While soft winds sigh, ‘All gone’

You can hear Chloe and Jason singing it at circa the 1 hour 23 min mark of this YT clip:

Youtube clip

--Stewie.


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Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook
From: Sandra in Sydney
Date: 13 Apr 21 - 09:31 AM

HENRY LAWSON'S PEN by Slim Dusty, From his album: "A Land He Calls His Own"

Sometimes kind people comment on the ballads I have wrote
Even though sometimes I sing them on a dry and battered note
And they always place importance on what's said not sung by men
For quality's not in the voice but in paper and the pen

But this song is no great ballad with writing skill attached
Oh it's just a simple story that I hope your ears will catch
Of the backgrounds of my ballads and the hours that I spend
In the bush or at the table with Henry Lawson's pen

One time when I was travelin' just kind of driftin' round
I went through Lawson country, then on to Grenfell town
The old mining town was quiet and their parklands thrived with grass
And the place where this great man was born was marked by stone and brass

So slowly we walked over, then through the iron gate
Oh we read the masters name plate, the old monument looked great
Then my old mate showed me something, in the grass a fountain pen
Then jokingly he said to me "Hey Henry's lost his pen?"

So I took some strangers' rusty pen Lord knows who dropped it there?
But I smile and like to think that it was placed with so much care
And that maybe Lawson left it 'cause he knew I'd be there then
So I truly try to follow suit with Henry Lawson's pen

So I like to thank those people that enjoy my old bush songs
And I'll try to keep them comin' if the good Lord keeps me strong
So I'll go back to my table and give it a go again
'Cause I love to sing those ballads born from Henry Lawson's pen. Hey!

But this song is no great ballad with writing skill attached
Oh it's just a simple story that I hope your ears will catch
Of the backgrounds of my ballads and the hours that I spend ... (fade out)

lyrics

the only video I could find was here https://greatsong.net/PAROLES-SLIM-DUSTY,HENRY-LAWSONS-PEN,102879435.html but "Playback had been disabled by the video owner"


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Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook
From: Sandra in Sydney
Date: 13 Apr 21 - 09:05 AM

THE BALLAD OF HENRY LAWSON - Slim Dusty

There's an Aussie we all know where the western breezes blow.
From north to south he's known far and wide.
Henry Lawson was his name but he never rose to fame
Until he crossed beyond the great divide.

In a little place called Grenfell when the gold was flowing free
And the miners and their money came and went,
In 1867 when the town was on the spree,
Henry Lawson he was born there in a tent.

He grew into a lanky lad when Gulgong was his home.
His mind was bright' he had those itchy feet.
He wrote a string of verses of the days he used to roam,
From dusty track outback to city streets.

He drifted with the drovers across the western plains
And he waltzed Matilda down the Lachlan side,
From the Barcoo to the Murray in droughts and flooding rains.
Oh, the bush was both his mother and his pride.

He passed by plain and mountain and by burning desert sand,
By shearing shed and lonely cattle camp,
And when the beer was flowing he was there to lend a hand
With the mates that share his life upon the tramp.

He sang of wild bush brumbies and the teamsters and their teams,
Of outer tracks that only Bushmen know.
He saw the mail coach coming by plains and mountain streams,
And he wrote about the lights of Cobb & Co.

He told of lonely men outback and women of the west,
Of folk that fought to live in factory towns,
But the swaggies of the old bush school were the ones he knew the best,
Where the waters of the Darling wander down.

He boiled his billy back of Bourke and starved in City Park.
He penned his poems in a shaky scrawl;
But of all the old bush poets who have passed and left their mark,
Henry Lawson was the greatest of them all.

There's an Aussie we all know where the western breezes blow.
From north to south he's known far and wide.
Henry Lawson was his name but he never rose to fame
Until he crossed beyond the great divide,
Until he crossed beyond the great divide.

video

from this thread https://mudcat.org/thread.cfm?threadid=17472


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Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook
From: Sandra in Sydney
Date: 13 Apr 21 - 05:55 AM

GOOGLING IN WINDOWS by Chris Clarke,(former mudcatter Canberra Chris), Shiny Bum Singers (Tune: Doggie in the Window)

Chorus:
How much am I Googling in Windows
Or checking ebay for a sale?
How much am I Googling in Windows?
It's fun when my work has gone stale

I once found a site for playing marbles
The top ten from 1903
A fan club for Elvis Presley's tailor
And bought fairy lights for my tree

I sold my grandfather's model tractors
To someone in Dallas-Fort Worth
And sent, for a horoscope for workmates,
The time and the date of their birth

I found lots of heritage tomatos
Swap seeds from Saigon to Peru,
I typed in my lover's name and found there
An intriguing reference or two

I found that my boss's name is also
A stud horse in Berkshire, UK,
A down-market suburb in Chicago
And a convict in Botany Bay

video of Patti Page singing Doggie


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Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook
From: Stewie
Date: 12 Apr 21 - 09:17 PM

A MAIDEN’S PRAYER
(Traditional)

A farmer coming home one night
In his house he saw no light
He lit his lamp and went upstairs
And to his daughter’s room repaired

And as he entered in her room
He found her hanging in the gloom
He took his knife and cut her down
And on her breast these words he found

Oh when my apron strings hung low
He chased me through the ice and snow
But now my apron strings don’t meet
He passes me by in the street

Oh God I wish my child was born
And I not left and all forlorn
Oh father I can’t take the shame
To bear this child without a name

So dig my grave and dig it deep
And plant white lilies at my feet
Oh plant white lilies up above
To signify I died of love

They dug her grave, they dug it deep
And planted lilies at her feet
And planted lilies up above
To signify she died for love

Now all you maidens bear in mind
A sailor’s love is hard to find
And if you find one good and true
Don’t forsake the old love for the new

The above is a composite of several versions collected in Australia as recorded by Alan Musgrove on his 'Bagman's Gazette' CD. It is one of the 'Died for love' family of songs. Musgrove noted that Joy Hildebrand (who used to post on Mudcat as Joybell) in her 'Died for Love' monograph traced the song to a broadside titled 'Love In Despair', published in Edinburgh in the late 17th century. In the US, it is known as 'The Railroad Boy'.

In Australia, it is known as 'A Sailor's Prayer' or 'A Maiden's Prayer' even though there is no prayer in any version. There is a version of each of those titles in Ron Edwards' big book and a version of 'A Maiden's Prayer' in Meredith & Anderson's 'Folk Songs of Australia'. Musgrove's version seems to be mainly a composite of these.

The 1928 recording by Buell Kazee was included in the famous Harry Smith anthology of American folk music and it influenced folk revival versions. He recorded it as 'The Butcher's Boy' even though he knew it as 'The Railroad Boy'.

The Butcher's Boy

Here is an interesting composite version from the singing of Mike Waterson. It is performed by
Martin and Eliza Carthy.

Died for Love

--Stewie.


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Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook
From: Stewie
Date: 11 Apr 21 - 10:27 PM

This is a revisit to a song that I posted on 08 September last year from a CD by O'Leary and Hildebrand. I have since come across a YT clip of a version sung by Alan Musgrove that has 2 extra verses. His introductory remarks set the scene. Here is my transcription - corrections welcomed.

THE PUSH ON THE CORNER
(Unknown)

Last night I was driven near crazy
By one I both love and adore
Now she's packed up all her boxes
And I ain't gonna see her no more
I wrote her a hundred letters
Begging her to forget
But now she's found one she loves better
And this is the answer I get

Chorus:
Just wait till the push on the corner
Refuses to drink a long beer
Wait till the thieves and pickpockets
From the streets of Fitzroy disappear
Wait till the Collingwood lassies
From powder and paint they are free
When the Chinese are coppers on Bourke Street
My darling I'll come back to thee

Chorus

So I went to her mother’s in Gore Street
To find out if she would come back
But she said she was down at the Napier
With a swell from Kew name of Jack
I went down and there I did find her
In the ladies’ lounge sipping her drink
I said, ‘Will you come back, my darling?’
She answered, ‘Well, what do you think?’

Chorus

So I chased up a couple of bottles
To fill my poor heart with some cheer
I went back to my room in the Narrows
And drunk that foaming brown beer
Then later I went out a-walking
Up Gertrude Street I did stray
But as a tram rattled on by me
I thought I could hear people say

Chorus

Youtube clip

--Stewie.


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Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook
From: Stewie
Date: 09 Apr 21 - 11:17 PM

HIGH EXPLOSIVE
(A.B 'Banjo' Paterson/Wallis & Matilda)

Twas the dingo pup to his dam that said
"It's time I worked for my daily bread
Out in the world I intend to go
And you'd be surprised at the things I know"

"There's a wild duck's nest in a sheltered spot
And I'll go right down and I'll eat the lot"
But when he got to his destined prey
He found that the ducks had flown away

But an egg was left that would quench his thirst
So he bit the egg and it straightway burst
It burst with a bang, and he turned and fled
For he thought that the egg had shot him dead

"Oh, mother," he said, "let us clear right out
Or we'll lose our lives with the bombs about
And it's lucky I am that I'm not blown up -
It's a very hard life," said the dingo pup

Youtube clip

--Stewie.


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Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook
From: Stewie
Date: 07 Apr 21 - 09:16 PM

PLAINS OF PEPPIMENARTI
(D.Kirkpatrick aka Slim Dusty)

Now I've been around Australia and I've travelled everywhere
But there's one place I really like to go
Where the land is big and wide and tall dark ringers ride
On the plains of Peppimenarti, where the old Moyle River flows

Tough riders there of course in a truck or on a horse
And they'll really teach you things you didn't know
It's excitement to the full if you're out there chasing bulls
By the plains of Peppimenarti, where the old Moyle River flows

And the Kangaroo still bounds on that rough and rugged ground
The ant hills and the old pandanas grow
Yes and everyday's a Sunday if you're catching barramundi
By the plains of Peppimenarti, where the old Moyle River flows

Now the men out on the stock camps are the finest riders known
And they'll work four weeks without a break or spell
They're the backbone of our beef steaks
And I've mentioned this before
And it's a story that I'm always proud to tell

May the march of time never ever bring too many changes
To a way of life you people love and prize
May the years ahead be good ones
And you never lose your customs
With old Peppimenarti Hill looking down so old and wise

And the Kangaroo still bounds on that rough and rugged ground
The ant hills and the old pandanas grow
Yes and everyday's a Sunday if you're catching barramundi
By the plains of Peppimenarti, where the old Moyle River flows

The Youtube video is beaut:

Youtube clip

--Stewie.


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Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook
From: Stewie
Date: 07 Apr 21 - 08:57 PM

SLEEPING COLD
(S.Nicholson & K.Chambers)

Will you rise or will you fall?
Will you walk or will you crawl?
Will you dream in black and white
When you're sleeping cold tonight?

Will you bend or will you break?
Will you give or will you take?
Will no angel shine no light?
And leave you sleeping cold tonight

Way o Way, way o way, o way o why
Way o Way, way o way, o way o why

Will you stand or will you turn?
Will you teach or will you learn?
When your demons rise above
You'll be sleeping cold, my love

Would you stay or would you leave?
Would you fail or would you believe?
Would you stand your ground and fight
When I'm sleeping cold tonight?
Would we know what's wrong or right
If we're sleeping cold tonight?

Way o Way, way o way, o way o why
Way o Way, way o way, o way o why

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Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook
From: Stewie
Date: 07 Apr 21 - 08:10 PM

THE CUTTER'S DREAM
(Bob Rado)

He sits by the flickering firelight
His memory turns back the times
To the years that he spent and the timbers that went
For the bridges, railways and mines

In his mind he can see it all clearly
The bullocks, the whim and the dray
The bullocky swears as he hitches the pairs
At the start of another long day

As the sun filters down through the treetops
And the mist rises up from the stream
The crosscut and axe and the winding whim tracks
To him it was more than a dream

He remembers the camp by the river
He remembers how things used to be
Down many a track with his swag on his back
Life was so simple and free

But his mates are no longer around him
As he follows the path of his mind
The sound of machines has shattered his dreams
Now he's ready to leave it behind

And he sits by the flickering firelight
His memory turns back the times
To the years that he spent and the timbers that went
For the bridges, railways and mines

Bob Rummery's note:

Bob Rado's story of a sleeper cutter in Western Australia's southwest looking back over a working life where the only 'machine' was the bloke on the end of the axe, crosscut and broadaxe.

From Loaded Dog's 'Hair of the Dog' album.

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--Stewie.


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Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook
From: Sandra in Sydney
Date: 07 Apr 21 - 10:32 AM

83 ORDINARY PEOPLE, © Nigel Foote 1985 (The Granville Song)

The young girl just made the train
Didn’t want to be late again
Ah but she should’ve been, she should’ve been
But the old man on the stairs
Slowed down by the years
Was left standing on the platform with his cane

Passengers from mountain towns
Country folk but city bound
Gathered at their stations down the line
They found their places on the train
A lottery of death and pain
For many it was the last journey of their lives

Chorus:
And the families of those people
Eighty-three ordinary people
Can do nothing much, except wonder why

Some sat sleeping against the windows
Others read the morning papers
Never dreaming that they would be the next headlines
But the news swept through the mountains
And silently we counted
For the train from Mount Victoria had left the line

Chorus

The rescuers came and tried
To save some of those inside
Hands held hands that each year now hold flowers
And scattered roses on the tracks
At Granville now bring back
The memory of that ill-fated hour

Chorus twice

Note

Many thanks to Nigel Foote for permission to add this song to the Australian Railway Songs collection

Nigel writes:
'I was originally asked to sing the song at the 10th Anniversary of the disaster, held at the Bold Street Bridge Memorial Service in 1987, and then every five years after that, including the 20th anniversary in 1997. I was awarded the Granville Medal for the song.'

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Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook
From: Sandra in Sydney
Date: 07 Apr 21 - 10:27 AM

BILLY SHEEHAN

On the forty-pound rails steamed a C-16,
Commanded by its driver, Mister Billy Sheehan.
The G.M. gave him orders on the strict Q.T.
To run a faster schedule than the Spirit of P.
Keep the regulator open, watch the black smoke roll,
Pile on all the floorboards if we run out of coal.
If we don’t beat the record, ’Billy said to his mate,
‘Send my memos care of Peter at the golden gate!’

Chorus:
Billy Sheehan, ran a faster schedule
Billy Sheehan, a mighty man was he.
Billy Sheehan, ran a faster schedule,
Out to break the record of the Spirit of P.

His fireman was a punting boy for Narrabeen,
He said, ‘I’ll lay the odds against the C-16.’
Billy flashed a roll of notes that was a bear;
The boiler then exploded, blew them both in the air,
Said Billy to his fireman as they left the wreck,
‘I dunno where we’re going but we’re neck and neck!’
The fireman then said, ‘Billy I’ll tell you what I’ll do.
I’ll bet another fifty I go higher than you!’

The wife of Driver Sheehan was at home in bed
When the Railway wired that old Bill was dead.
She called her children to her, said, ‘Listen, honey lambs,
The next old man you get’ll be a guard in the van!’
The railway’s all in mourning now for Billy Sheehan,
No more we’ll hear the puffing of his C-16.
There’s crepe on all the locos, both the goods and mails,
From Ingham and Mount Isa down to New South Wales.


Billy Sheehan
1. Collected by Bill Scott in the mid 1950s from his brother David who was a railwayman at the time in Hughenden, Qld. It is a parody based on the American songs STEAMBOAT BILL and CASEY JONES. C16s were a class of light locomotives, “Spirit of P” refers to the Spirit of Progress which at the time was the fastest train in Australia and ran from Melbourne to Albury. The Second Penguin Australian Songbook p178 1980.
2. Arranged by Stan Arthur. Complete Book of Australian Folklore, p106 1976; reprinted Songs of Australian Working Life p72 1989. Also on Wattle recording C9, Folk Songs from Queensland 1959.

Johnny Cash singing Casey Jones


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Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook
From: rich-joy
Date: 06 Apr 21 - 10:25 PM

Good wun, Sandra! Sydney Town was on my long list of "to post" and (for my sins?), I always enjoyed Rolf's version :)

R-J


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Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook
From: Sandra in Sydney
Date: 06 Apr 21 - 09:32 PM

SYDNEY TOWN © Frank Hardy 1964

Chorus
The more they try to keep me down
The better I live in Sydney town,
The more they try to keep me down
The better I live in Sydney town.

Great grand-daddy walked along the street with a
ball and chain around his feet
and that's the way they'd like to see me walk
just to give the toffs a chance to talk.

They rob me in the Parliament
They charge me half my pay for rent
They heard I was living on the Rocks
So they pulled it down for building blocks.

The beer's gone up in the public bar
And I can't afford a motor car
But I keep six bottles In the fridge,
And pay no toll on the harbour bridge

The jockies and the bookies cheat,
The odds-on favorites all get beat
So just to show them I'm no fool
I go to Tommo's a Two-up school

They all throw heads when I back tails:
I got no dough to 'bank on the Wales'
But I'll get a job, it'll suit fine
On the Eastern Suburbs railway line.

If I go on strike, I'll have good cause,
Then I'll get hit with a Penal Clause,
But I don't care, let the bosses rage,
I'll fight for a rise in the basic wage.

The monopolies can all arrange
To rig their shares on the Stock Exchange
Through lottery tickets with my spouse
I've got shares in the Opera House.

They won't lot you win on poker machines
They show rubbish on the T.V. screens
So for entertainment I go for
Australian songs at the Troubador

Notes

Sydney Town was published in Australian Tradition, May 1964 with the note: This is the original version of Sydney Town as written by me. Folk singers and others who add new verses and variations do so at their own risk. Frank Hardy.

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Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook
From: Sandra in Sydney
Date: 06 Apr 21 - 08:59 PM

ON THE QUEENSLAND RAILWAY LINES, written by The Brisbane Realist Writers' Group, 1959

On the Queensland railway lines
There are stations where one dines
Private individuals
Also run refreshment rooms

CHORUS

Bogan-Tungan, Rollingstone,.
Mungar, Murgon, Marathone,
Guthalungra, Pinkenba,
Wanko, Yaamba, - ha, ha, ha!

Males and females, high and dry,
Hang around at Durikai,
Boora-Mugga, Djarawong,
Giligulul, Wonglepong.

Pies and coffee, baths and showers
Are supplied at Charters Towers;
At Mackay the rule prevails
Of restricting showers to males.

Iron rations come in handy,
On the way to Dirranbandi,
Passengers have died of hunger
During halts at Garradunga,

Let us toast, before we part,
Those who travel, stout of heart,
Drunk or sober, rain or shine,
On a Queensland railway line

This parody of a German folk song was written by The Brisbane Realist Writers' Group in 1959. Printed in The Queensland Centenary Pocket Songbook.

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Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook
From: Sandra in Sydney
Date: 06 Apr 21 - 08:54 PM

BESIDE A RAILWAY LINE by Roger Ilott (1991)
Roger Ilott - vocals, guitar, mandolin, bass.
Penny Davies - vocals, drums, mandolin.

A long time ago by a railway line
there lived a boy with a face a bit like mine.
He'd watch the steam trains rolling by -
the days were long, and the little boy's eyes were wide.

He'd rush outside when he'd hear the sound
of a goods train heading slowly out of town,
he'd swing on the gate, and, with a great big grin,
he'd wave at the Drivers - and the Drivers waved back at him!

Chorus
Woo-woo, woo-woo
if you close your eyes you can hear the whistle still,
woo-woo, woo-woo,
and the clatter of the trains running back to Erskineville.

He'd help his Mum hang the washing on the line-
the sheets were as white as the clouds up in the sky-
but next thing you know there'd be a sooty old train
and you can understand why Mum'd complain!

He'd stand on the bridge at Hurlstone Park Station-
the keenest Loco Driver in the nation-
and it didn't seem to matter if it was rainy or fine,
life was pretty good beside that railway line.

Well, I never did get to drive a train,
now there's famine and floods and war and acid rain,
But when my little boy grins and waves to his Dad,
I think to myself "well, things aren't all that bad.'

And though my hair's getting more than a little bit grey,
and the world seems to turn a bit quicker every day,
I can still see through that young boy's eyes
those endless days, and steam trains rolling by.

A long time age by a railway line
there lived a little boy with a face a bit like mine,
I can see him still with his eyes so wide -
and those endless days beside a railway line.

lyrics    sung by Roger


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Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook
From: Sandra in Sydney
Date: 06 Apr 21 - 08:26 PM

lyrics & video for BATTLER'S BALLAD, Jack Wright, tune M.O'Rourke - posted as a link by Stewie 19 Aug 20 - 08:11 PM on page 1

BATTLER'S BALLAD

You are just a lonely battler and you're waiting for a rattler
You wish to heaven you were never born
For you ran to dodge a copper and you came an awful cropper
The skin on both your hands is cut and torn.

You are tired and you're weary, lack of sleep makes your eyes bleary
The soles of both your shoes are worn right through
Your heart is sore and aching and your back is nearly breaking
Your coat and shirt and pants have had it too.

Chorus:
And it's hey, hey hobo, you're just a rolling stone
Though you're stony broke, if you still can crack a joke
You're as good as any king upon his throne.

Your blood is nearly boiling and your muscles need no oiling
As you duck and dodge the headlight's brilliant glare
For you've seen the copper's wood heap and you know that it's a good heap
You know the tucker's not the best in there.

Then the engine gives a whistle, you trip up on a thistle
Get tangled up in signal wires and points
Then you blunder in the gutter and angrily you mutter
'Well, strike me pink, of all the flamin' joints!'

First Repeat chorus
And it's hey, hey hobo, you're just a rolling stone
Though your pants are wearing thin, if you can still raise a grin
You're as good as any king upon his throne.

Then you see the green light flashing and hear the bumpers crashing
You see the great big engine rushing by
With your swag all at the ready, your nerves are not so steady
For you know you'll have to take her on the fly.

Then your swag you try to throw in, but the flamin' thing won't go in
Bounces off the truck and hits you, and you fall
Pick the remnants of your swag up, pick your billy-can and bag up
You say, 'I missed the bastard after all!'

Second Repeat chorus
And it's hey, hey hobo, you're just a rolling stone
Though the sky is looking grey, there will surely come a day
When you'll own a bloody railway of your own.

performed by Jason & Chloe

Jack Wright was an early member of the Bush Music Club, & this song, written during the depression, was one of many collected from him by Alan Scott.


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Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook
From: Sandra in Sydney
Date: 06 Apr 21 - 07:26 PM

BREAKING NEWS - Restored locomotive 3801 begins regional NSW tour, thousands hop on for ride

3801, A song by Ray King and Ron Russell (1987).
Ray King and Ron Russell - guitar, vocals and computer sequencing.
Joy Howard - backing vocals.

In the golden age of steam
There lived a beauty queen
Roamin' around the countryside
She was a driver's dream.
Workin' days and workin' nights
Up before the sun
They all tried hard to get aboard
Thirty-eight o one.

The queen of all the fleet
The railway's pride and joy
To ride upon the footplate
Was the dream of every boy.
As she went roarin' by
on another express run
Everyone would turn their heads for
Thirty-eight o one.

Ah thirty-eight o one
You stood the test you're still the best
You just keep rollin' on.

Bound from Sydney town
The black smoke rollin' higher
Across the Hawkesbury river
To Newcastle on the flier.
Over the great divide
On the Central Western run
On the Southern Line right on time went
Thirty-eight o one.

But your greatest feat
Was steamin' across the nation
All the crowds would gather round
At every country station.
On the standard gauge
Westward to the sun
Across to Perth and back again went
Thirty-eight o one.

Ah thirty-eight o one
You stood the test you're still the best
You just keep rollin' on.

The days of steam have been and gone
But some remember well
That big green flash as she went by
Had such a tale to tell.
And now she's back upon the tracks
She just keeps rollin' on
She beat the rest she's still the best
Thirty-eight o one.

Ah thirty-eight o one
You stood the test you're still the best
You just keep rollin' on.

Notes
Ray King and Ron Russell were both working at Elcar when they wrote this song

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Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook
From: Stewie
Date: 05 Apr 21 - 12:48 AM

NATIVITY (originally titled Epiphany)
(Peter Cape)

They were set for home, but the horse went lame
And the rain came belting out of the sky
Joe saw the hut and he went to look
And he said, "She's old, but she'll keep you dry"

So her kid was born in that roadman's shack
By the light of a lamp that'd hardly burn
She wrapped him up in her hubby's coat
And put him down on a bed of fern

Then they came riding out of the night
And this is the thing that she'll always swear
As they took off their coats and came into the light
They knew they were going to find her there

Three old jokers in oilskin coats
Stood by the bunk in that leaking shack
One had a beard like a billygoat's
One was frail, and one was black

She sat on the foot of the fernstalk bed
And she watched, but she didn't understand
When they put those bundles at the baby's head
And this river nugget into his hand

    Gold is the power of a man with a man
    And incense the power of man with God
    But myrrh is the bitter taste of death
    And the sour-sweet smell of the upturned sod

Then they went, while she watched through the open door
Weary as men who had ridden too far
And the rain eased off and the low cloud broke
And through a gap shone a single star

Peter Cape set it to a Anglican hymn tune. You can find it here (together with another version of the lyrics}:

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--Stewie.


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Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook
From: Stewie
Date: 04 Apr 21 - 09:44 PM

TE KOOTI, E HA
(A.Desmond/Anon)

Chorus
Kei taka, Te Kooti, Te Kooti, kia kaha
Ka miharo ahau ki a ia, Te Kooti
Naku tenei pamu, ko toku whare tenei
Lahore oku whenua hei hoko
Kei taka, Te Kooti, e ha!

Chorus (translation)
Gather round, Te Kooti, Te Kooti is strong
I admire him, Te Kooti
This is my farm, this is my house
I won't ever sell this land
Gather round, Te Kooti, e ha!

The Pakehas came with their rum and their gold
And soon the broad lands of our fathers were sold
But the voice of Te Kooti said, 'Hold the land, hold!'
Exult for Te Kooti, e ha!

They falsely accused him, no trial had he
They carried him off to an island at sea
But his prison he broke and once more he was free
Exult for Te Kooti, e ha!

They tried to enslave us, to trample us down
Like the millions that serve them in field and in town
But the sapling that's bended when free will rebound
Exult for Te Kooti, e ha!

In the wild midnight foray whose footsteps trod lighter?
In the flash of the rifle whose eyeballs gleamed brighter?
What man with our hero could clinch as a fighter?
Exult for Te Kooti, e ha!

We won't sell our land, 'tis the gift of the Lord
Except it be bought with the blood-drinking sword
But all men are welcome to share in its hoard
Exult for Te Kooti, e ha!

Note in 'Song of a Young Country' page 39:

Land purchased carelessly by the government through unscrupulous land agents led to the so-called 'Maori Wars'. In 1864, the confiscation of land belonging to Maoris who had resisted such purchase proved to the Maori that the wars were engineered to deprive people of their land. It took only twenty years for the Pakeha to break his Treaty of Waitingi. Chiefs such as Titokowaru and Te Kooti rebelled. To weld their people together they founded new codes of honour - Pai Mariri and Ringatu. They spoke of 'truth' and 'honesty'. An historical examination from today's standpoint shows all too clearly who was dishonest.

Te Kooti's biography

A young girl's interesting summary:

Te Koot's War

Youtube clip

Another song telling the Te Kooti story:

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--Stewie.


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Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook
From: rich-joy
Date: 03 Apr 21 - 10:56 AM

DUH!!   

Just realised that I forgot to post the Audio Link to the Slim Dusty song about The End of the Canning Stock Route!!!!

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Jki1YYrufk4


R-J


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Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook
From: rich-joy
Date: 03 Apr 21 - 10:15 AM

Three songs about THE CANNING STOCK ROUTE   [Western Australia : Wiluna to Halls Creek ]

This route was pioneered by Surveyor-Explorer, Alfred Canning and his team, between 1906-1910, to enable a droving track for cattle from the Kimberley down to Southern markets, and the dry, dusty desert conditions of which would remove the Cattle Ticks evident on sea-shipped bovines.
Alfred took all the requirements to push this almost 1900km track on the backs of camels and 48 of the final 51 wells were dug and boarded with native Desert Oak timber, at intervals along the way. Many of these esssential water sources have fallen into disrepair, but gradually, some are being restored for modern day travellers.   
The CSR crossed 3 deserts and more than 15 Aboriginal language groups and their important cultural landscape. There were claims that Canning & Co had mistreated the local Aborigines who were forced to assist the construction team, but these were dismissed bcoz “All explorers behave in this manner” ……   
However, the CSR was only used sporadically for its intended purpose (just 35 drives between 1911 - 1959), until the modern penchant for adventuring, from around the mid 60s.   https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Canning_Stock_Route

There are plenty of vidclips on YT from over the last 15+ years, of tough Aussie blokes in couples or convoys, pitting themselves and their well-kitted 4WD Rigs, against what is said to be one of the longest, most remote and difficult tracks in the world. And only two small settlements along the way that may – or may not – provide whatever you forgot or ran short of!!

I chose, however, to link to one from 1986 by well-known (well-known to we BabyBoomers!!) outback adventurer, Malcolm Roberts :    https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z-mXGF-Hcyg
And also one from 2012 (which comes highly recommended by YT Commenters) of Gavin Foreman & Summer Wilms (Foreman & Wilms Adventures) : https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CmTgP7Lchc0
Both clips not only show the tackling of the numerous infamous sand dunes along the way, and using the wells, plus the abandoned vehicle wrecks and pioneer graves, but also fabulous wildlife segments (esp birdlife) and beautiful Aboriginal waterholes at the rock outcrops, and more.   
But if you want another slant, which also has some great photography, esp. of the rugged track, salt lakes, and their experiences (including corrugations damage and welding failures), try Peter & Sven Zalums’ (Griniflix - Adventure8) trip up the CSR in 2017 after a recent cyclone – the first sibling holiday for the Latvian brothers in 70 years and Sven had never before been camping nor 4W driving!!! (and interesting that most of the fellow travellers they met appeared to be European!) : https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oZt8lPXaKik

Or fancy Walking the CSR??!! The online story of Murray Rankin’s 3 attempts in the early 70s to walk the Route, seems to have gone, apart from this : https://westtravelclub.com.au/stories/walking-the-canning-stock-route
However, here is a blog of Terry Bolland’s CSR walk-trek taken from his walk-run-cycle-kayak journey around Australia. : https://terrybolland.wordpress.com/canning-stock-route-walk/      It blew me away bcoz of the frequency of noisy vehicles passing him (so much for enjoying the solitude), but also due to the 750 beer cans he picked up along the track on his journey – and this was back in 1990!!! :(

ENJOY!

R-J



#1   END OF THE CANNING STOCK ROUTE

Peter Muir & David Kirkpatrick (aka Slim Dusty)

The camp gear's in the storeroom, all the packs are in the shed
With the dust of seven summers on their hide
Saddle straps are hard and brittle, stirrup irons are rusty red
For the Canning Stock Route finished when Wally Dowling* died
No more cattle travel southward through the spinifex and sand
All the wells are falling in along the track
Now the Canning’s but a legend, just a lonely desert land
And it's doubtful if the Munjongs* want it back.

Eight hundred miles of sandhills, now and then a sandstone ridge
With a salt lake here and there with samphire flat
An oasis in the desert you can find at Durba Springs
Bubbling, running water, it's a fact
But unless you own a camel, you could never travel there
And a horse would fail now the wells have fallen in
For the sandhills of the Canning reach a hundred feet or more
And it's certain that no car could take you in.

The famous 'Never Never' and the place they call 'Outback'
Two elusive lands that few men ever found
Are located on the Canning, down that lonely desert track
Where to be this very moment would be worth a thousand pound
To be with Wally Dowling, whipping water from the well
While the stockmen hold the mob back from the trough
Stop the thirsty bullocks trampling in their great desire to drink
Just to do one trip would suit me well enough.

But my wish is just a daydream which can never be fulfilled
For when Wally died, the stock route had its day
Now the Billiluna cattle, are travelling down to Broome
In a roaring, diesel roadtrain to the meatworks by the bay
And the tick line stops the others, every station in the north
No one may use the Canning if he would
So they truck their beef to Wyndham and sell for what it's worth
And I doubt they'd use the Canning if they could.

It's really had its day now and won't be used again
No more drovers’ horse bells ringin' will be heard
For the cattle-loaded roadtrain, smothered in its diesel fumes
Now struggles up the rise in lower third
When I travel up the Canning, I am sure to be alone
With my camels and some thoughts of yesterday
They will take me slowly northward, 'til at last the trip is done
And find contentment when I've stowed the packs away.

The camp gear's in the storeroom, all the packs are in the shed
With the dust of seven summers on their hide
Saddle straps are hard and brittle, stirrup irons are rusty red
For the Canning Stock Route finished when Wally Dowling died …..

* Munjon : believed to be a Kimberley word for a wild (bush) aborigine ……
* Wally Dowling was possibly the best-known drover along the route; by all accounts a strong man, a hard man, but who died in 1959 from influenza and the droving along with him…..   
Most of the Drovers were Aboriginal, rarely named or recorded and when paid, it was “in kind”. Most were women, and many were used….. https://www.nma.gov.au/__data/assets/pdf_file/0017/19412/Yiwarra-Kuju-droving.pdf
https://www.abc.net.au/pm/content/2007/s2018935.htm    So there’s an Aboriginal side to the CSR story too, that has only just begun to be told.



#2   THE CANNING STOCK ROUTE

Bob Emery

From Wiluna to Halls Creek is 900 miles
A wilderness of spinifex and sand
The men who sunk the wells, had their troubles and their trials
They opened up this outback desert land.

In nineteen hundred and six, Alf Canning took his team
At 26, the best man in the land
With a hundred tons of cargo, a camel team as well
For two long years they worked this desert land.

Tommy Windich was a native guide who knew the territory
And Windich Springs, his monument through time
Great pools of flowing water, he found to their delight
Sundowner parrots led him to this prize.

Dust and sand and stoney desert, Canning and his team push on
Bringing up artesian water, from. way. down. below.


52 wells later, Alf Canning he returned,
And said to guv’nor “well, the job is done”
Now to get those cattle moving, they’re waiting in the north
A water track now spans the desert lands.

Hare wallabies jumped in sheer surprise, the mala it was stunned
To see the cattle moving through the scrub
The parrots and the kangaroo rats who had to share the land
With a thousand head of cattle as they passed.

Dust and sand and stoney desert, Canning and his team push on
Bringing up artesian water, from. way. down. below.


Well the roadway to the north and the trucks that shake the night
Do the job those drovers did so well
And the mighty Canning Stock Route is forgotten all too soon
And the men who built and rode it are all gone.

From Wiluna to Halls Creek is 900 miles
A wilderness of spinifex and sand
The men who sunk the wells had their troubles and their trials
They opened up this outback desert land.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HfqQ-rCE9uk   FIDDLER’S GREEN BUSH BAND



#3      There was a Mudcat thread /mudcat.org/thread.cfm?threadid=109469 from 2008 where the OP wanted a WA song by “The Westerner” about the Canning Stock Route and which he used to have on an old tape.
He gave the chorus as below, BUT, I have not found it online ….

“Coming down the Canning we sing the cattle song
Farewell to Kimberly move the mob along
Its early in the morning we give the whip salute
Coming down the Canning on the old stock route”


HOWEVER! Turns out this is another of the songs by Lloyd G. Montgomery (aka Sandgroper), which came to light amongst a folder of compositions sent in May 1970 to Dale Dengate of the Bush Music Club in Sydney!!
https://blog.bushmusic.org.au/2018/07/moondyne-joe-and-other-sandgroper.html#gsc.tab=0


Here are Lloyd’s lyrics :

CANNING STOCK ROUTE

Lloyd G. Montgomery

We’ll meet the cattle at “The Creek”, the drover said, y’know
Then off to leave the Kimberley, Wiluna-way to go
Like Canning-of-the-Outback, a desert man to be –
We’ll take the Track together, my brumby mate an’ me.

We stumble in the spinifex, ‘til over in the haze
Big Sandy looms across the world, beyond the breakaways –
We ride the Devil’s Switchback, to Waddawalla ‘Hole
Then help to raise the water, with the whipstick pole.

We find the grave at Haunting Well, beside a desert oak
And fight the blacks along the way, to reach Karrara Soak –
From Durba by the Salt Lake, we give the hides a boot
And rush ‘em through the poison, on the old Stock Route.

At Well Eleven, by the Fort, we light the drover’s lamp
To talk of ‘Tracks and Cattle Kings, around the cattle camp
Then onward in the day-dawn, the stoney plain to see –
We ride across the desert, my brumby mate an’ me.

Chorus :
Coming down the Canning, we sing the cattle song
Farewell to Kimberley, boot the beef along
From early in the morning, we make the whip salute
Coming down the Canning, on the old Stock Route.

Lloyd notes on the score that the melody is a variant of a Traditional air (possibly Scottish?)

So, has anyone found a recording of this song??


R-J


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Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook
From: GerryM
Date: 03 Apr 21 - 05:26 AM

THE LATKE
Tune: Traditional ("The Coo Coo")
Lyrics: Gerry Myerson

It has become traditional in some congregations to hold a debate, as part of the annual Purim celebration, on the relative merits of latkes and hamentashen. Hamentashen are associated with Purim; latkes with the holiday of Chanukah (and, to a lesser extent, Passover). This was my contribution to the debate at North Shore Temple Emanuel, Chatswood, New South Wales, in 2021.

Oh, the latke
Is so tasty,
And it sizzles as it fries.
And you never
Eat a latke
Until Kislev 25.

Gonna build me
A yeshiva
On a mountain, so high,
So that I can
See those latkes,
As they go in to fry.

Hamentashen,
Hamentashen,
I know you of old.
You have robbed
My poor pockets
Of their silver and their gold.

I've had latkes
From Long Island,
I've had latkes from Tel Aviv.
But the latkes
Made in Sydney
Are the best ones, I believe.

Take potato,
Egg and onion,
Matzo meal, and salt to taste.
In the skillet,
Flip 'em over,
And they'll never go to waste.

(Repeat first stanza)

Notes:
Chanukah begins each year on the 25th day of the Hebrew month of Kislev.
The geographical references in the 4th stanza can be adjusted to the situation.
A version, with alterations to the 3rd stanza, will be posted to the Passover songs thread.

Here's a recording, by David Holt, of The Coo Coo.


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Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook
From: GerryM
Date: 03 Apr 21 - 05:04 AM

THE OLD REBEL FLAG IN THE REAR (A MAY-DAY SONG)

The Old Rebel Flag In The Rear is a poem by Henry Lawson, who gave it the subtitle, "A May-Day Song". First, the full version; then, a shortened version due to Chris Kempster, who set it to music. I couldn't find a recording of that version online, but here is a version by Bruce Hearn.

The Old Rebel Flag in the Rear
A May-Day Song
Full version

Henry Lawson, 1892

Whenever the march of oppression
Reduces a land to despair,
No matter how mighty the victors,
The flag of Rebellion is there.
The might of coercion may triumph,
And Freedom be laid on her bier —
Yet over the graves of the conquered there waves
That Old Rebel Flag in the Rear

A king may be great in a country
That cheers when a monarch is crown'd
But still, in his capital city,
The flag of the rebel is found.
A people may boast a Republic,
Where Liberty dies in a year;
But close on their flag comes that old stubborn rag,
The Old Rebel Flag in the Rear

We sing of the Queen of England,
Her banner that flaunts in the van,
Yet out from the slums of her capital comes
That vengeful red banner of man!
Lift up the proud Union of England,
And bear it along with a cheer,
But England! take care in your triumph, for there
Is the Old Rebel Flag in the Rear.

There's the great cruel Eagle of Russia,
Where thousands are sunk in despair,
And the hand of the tyrant is mighty,
But the flag of rebellion is there!
There's the bloodthirsty flag of the Kaiser,
A monarch whom nations can fear,
But William will pause ere he marches, because
Of the Old Rebel Flag in the Rear.

There's the Red, White and Blue of the Frenchmen,
Where soldiers of Freedom are true,
But lo! from the rear comes a banner,
Whose skirts lack the white and the blue!
There's the flag of a boastful republic,
A country where freedom is dear —
But still, in the States there's an army that waits
'Neath the Old Rebel Flag in the Rear.

There's a new mongrel flag in Australia,
And the "Banner of Britain" is here,
But, to break from the past, we are gathering fast
'Neath the Old Rebel Flag in the Rear.
There are men in the ranks who are traitors,
And men who will falter and fear,
Yet on thro' the arch of the morning we march
'Neath the Old Rebel Flag in the Rear.

Some men, for the sake of their conscience,
Will join and be true in the strife,
And some for the sake of a moment to break
The terrible dullness of life!
They march 'neath the flag of the rebels,
With lives overburden'd and drear,
And fling them away on a terrible day
'Neath the Old Rebel Flag in the Rear.

A spirit calls out of the future,
And bids us to strike in our youth —
And the voice of to-day is appealing
For Liberty, Justice, and Truth;
And the blood that was shed by old rebels,
For rights that shall ever be dear,
Drips down from the red of the flag overhead,
Of the Old Rebel Flag in the Rear.

Oh! brothers of mine and of mankind!
The banner I sing of is red
With life-blood of men who were foemen
To wrong, and oppression, and dread.
Then march 'neath the flag of the rebels,
The red days of battle are near,
Let your feet never lag as you march 'neath the flag,
'Neath the Old Rebel Flag in the Rear.

Perhaps there'll be no reformation,
But Oh! for a moment to rise
And ride on the storm of rebellion,
And strike at the things that I hate and despise!
When Progress is stayed by a red barricade,
And down in the city we hear
The roll of a hymn of defiance
That ends in a desperate cheer,
And on, for a day they'll remember,
Comes the Old Rebel Flag from the Rear.

It rose from the birth of the lords of the earth,
That Old Rebel Flag in the Rear;
The rebels are bred by the tyrants who dread
That Old Rebel Flag in the Rear.
'Twill never be furl'd while there's wrong in the world,
It never will fall till there's Justice for all,
THAT OLD REBEL FLAG IN THE REAR!

&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&

This is the shorter version, as Chris Kempster arranged and recorded it:

Whenever the march of oppression
Reduces a land to despair,
No matter how mighty the victors,
The flag of Rebellion is there.
A spirit calls out of the future,
And bids us to strike in our youth —
And the voice of to-day is appealing
For Liberty, Justice, and Truth;
There are men in the ranks who are traitors,
And men who will falter and fear,
Yet on thro' the arch of the morning we march
'Neath the Old Rebel Flag in the Rear.

Chorus (after each verse):
'Twill never be furl'd while there's wrong in the world,
It never will fall till there's Justice for all,
That old rebel flag, that old rebel flag, that old rebel flag in the rear!

There's the Red, White and Blue of the Frenchmen,
Where soldiers of Freedom are true,
But lo! from the rear comes a banner,
Whose skirts lack the white and the blue!
There's the flag of a boastful republic,
A country where freedom is dear —
But still, in the States there's an army that waits
'Neath the Old Rebel Flag in the Rear.
There's a new mongrel flag in Australia,
And the "Banner of Britain" is here,
But, to break from the past, we are gathering fast
'Neath the Old Rebel Flag in the Rear.

There's the great cruel Eagle of Russia,
Where thousands are sunk in despair,
And the hand of the tyrant is mighty,
But the flag of rebellion is there!
There's the bloodthirsty flag of the Kaiser,
A monarch whom nations can fear,
But William will pause ere he marches, because
Of the Old Rebel Flag in the Rear.
We sing of the Queen of England,
Her banner that flaunts in the van,
Yet out from the slums of her capital comes
That vengeful red banner of man!


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Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook
From: Sandra in Sydney
Date: 02 Apr 21 - 08:02 AM

Bush Music club's were small select clubs, they weren't secret societies, they wanted to tell people about their heritage, they wanted members, but US & UK folk was more famous, & played on the radio & TV...

The hunt for the Bush Music Clubs of Australia

Perth Bush Music Club was est 1964, 10 years after the first BMC was established in Sydney.


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Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook
From: rich-joy
Date: 02 Apr 21 - 05:37 AM

Good Work, Sandra!

Well, I lived in Perth from 50s-80s, just a few miles from his abode in Rivervale (BUT despite the river, in those days those areas were decidedly NOT swanky!!!)   
I was into the Folk Scene from my mid teens - but I can't recall hearing of a Perth Bush Music Club!!!

I'll be very interested in what you further uncover!

R-J


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Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook
From: Sandra in Sydney
Date: 02 Apr 21 - 04:26 AM

There was a fair bit of detective work on Sandgroper's ballads. He was a BMC member, so I knew he wrote the ballads, he included his address so I looked it up on google maps & I wouldn't mind living there!

Victorian Folk Music Club (est 1959 as Bush Music Club of Victoria) published one of his songs as being from Perth Bush Music Club. I don't have much info on Perth BMC but the State Library of WA has nothing about them, tho they do have 5 publication of the (Sydney) Bush Music Club.

State Library of WA has a copy of both of his ballad folders with very incomplete citation - just Perth, WA & question mark

John posted his song in 2011 & asked around about the author & got no information.

I located the folders in BMC Archives in 2018 & emailed a few friends & contacts in Perth. The friends who had been around in the 70s didn't know him, & alas, the addresses I found online which might have known him didn't answer. But I did find a 1983 book in SLWA by a bloke of the same name, probably him.

I've been saying I need to contact State library WA for a couple of years now ...

sandra (starting an email)


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Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook
From: rich-joy
Date: 01 Apr 21 - 11:43 PM

How Good is The Power of The ‘Cat??!!


DOWN IN THE GOLDMINE [2]

I posted this song pertaining to the amazing West Australian mine rescue near Coolgardie in 1907, in this thread back on 4th Oct 2020.

The song was sourced and recorded by the late John Thompson in his “Oz Folk Song a Day” blog : http://ozfolksongaday.blogspot.com/search?q=Down+in+the+Goldmine

This song was also recorded by CLOUDSTREET (John Thompson & Nicole Murray), on their “CIRCUS OF DESIRES” album : https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SXDAPqqWuzg&list=OLAK5uy_mieorNy1H81gSIqJ6CP6REfRouU1qtyDE


John had it listed as “anon” with the tune “Down in the Coalmine” and Cloudy John said : “A song I found in a folio entitled, Moondyne Joe and Other Sandgroper Ballads. It is a parody of a music hall song, Down in the Coal Mine.
This link is to the story which I first read about the rescue of this Italian miner from a flooded goldmine in the desert in 1907 : https://www.smh.com.au/national/a-great-survival-20060506-gdnhry.html?page=fullpage#contentSwap1
Enquiries around the folk scene in Australia have not revealed the songwriter's name. Any advice would be appreciated.”



Fast forward to fellow ‘Catter, Sandra-in-Sydney’s post in this thread on 26thJan2021 of a Manuscript of various compositions from WA, including correspondence, (that phrase is important!!), received in 1970, at Sydney’s Bush Music Club
and detailed in their blog, which she linked to : https://blog.bushmusic.org.au/2018/07/moondyne-joe-and-other-sandgroper.html#gsc.tab=0

It transpires from the said “Correspondence” that this song was in fact written by one Lloyd G. Montgomery (aka Sandgroper) and he lists his melody as being taken from an Irish air : “The Roving Journeyman, or, The Red-Haired Boy.
But not being a reader of music, I am unable to say if John Thompson’s music hall tune by Joseph Bryan Geoghegan is the same or similar or completely different!!! No doubt someone will tell me!!


So there you go!! (thanks Sandra! .....and John is probably aware now too, on some other level :)


Now I just came across this presentation on YT by WA’s State Library, re Bonnievale’s 1907 “Westralia” mine (East extn), massively flooded due to torrential rain, and the subsequent rescue of the last Miner, some 300metres below.
They even use Cloudstreet’s singing behind the slideshow!   https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=H6iSo209fPU

The trapped Miner was Modesto Varischetti and the last of 161 miners underground that day. He was a family man from Italy and his rescuer was local Diver Frank Hughes, from Wales. Another local Diver, Fox, initially assisted until injured, along with with Perth Divers, Hearne and Curtis. Herbert Hoover (later to become a US President) was the mining engineer, but the one who made the suggestion to use the Divers, was John, the young son of Josiah Crabb, the Cornish Mine Inspector.
The record 10? hour speed, set by the train carrying the two Perth Divers and the extra long air hoses and diving rescue gear for 565kms, stood for 50 years!!!   
Hughes made various attempts to reach Varischetti and though exhausted, after five days was finally able to bring food, light, letters, and hope to the Miner in his air pocket rise. Around 20 men were working underground in the water and mud to facilitate this rescue, including local Doctors, Mitchell and Ellis. As the water level gradually lowered with the constant surface pumping and baling, Hughes made a sixth trip down to the Miner, who after nine days of entrapment, was finally able to be brought to the surface.
Varischetti lived and worked at underground mining until 1920 when he died of Pulmonary Fibrosis.   Hughes was awarded the Albert Medal.
The location of Bonnievale, originally 12kms from Coolgardie, like so many Australian mining towns is now remembered only by a signpost.


PS    I have decided to post below, Mr Montgomery’s lyrics from his 14th May 1970 correspondence to Dale Dengate of the Bush Music Club – there are a few differences to that which John sings, but IMHO, nothing really drastic :

DOWN IN THE GOLDMINE [2]

Coolgardie folk remember well, a torrent from the sky
Westralia’s tunnel took the flood, and men were forced to fly
It chilled the blood to have to hear, that wailing whistle blow
For miner Varischetti lay, a thousand feet below.

Chorus :
Down in the Goldmine, underneath the ground
Floods are apt to fill the mine, men are apt to drown
Dare the dark an’ dreary water, send a diver down
Deep down in the Goldmine, underneath the ground.

They heard a hammer down below and ran to break the news –
To tread the gloomy catacomb, they sent for Diver Hughes
It’s half-a-hope, or sudden death – now are y’game to go?
Where miner Varischetti is, a thousand feet below.

Fremantle found the diving gear – a train began to roar
The engine got the right-o’-way, a hundred mile or more
She hit the track at sixty-five and set the night aglow
As miner Varischetti lay, a thousand feet below.

A million gallons rose above the captive in the cave
Then Diver Hughes, he brought him up and left an empty grave –
An’ life’ll keep a lamp alight, if men are game to go
Where miner Verischetti lay, a thousand feet below.



I do so love a happy ending!!
R-J


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Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook
From: Sandra in Sydney
Date: 01 Apr 21 - 11:38 PM

BLUBBER LADDIE Lyrics and Music: Harry Robertson, from the official Harry Robertson website.

Audio

Oh it’s sailing oot o’ Scotland and it’s heading south we go
To the cold Antarctic oceans where the Blue and Fin Whale blow
And the first time is adventure and you’re feeling kind of glad
That you’re sailing on a Factory Ship to be a Blubber Lad.

Chorus
Over rattling winches, and the icy winds that sigh,
Blubber Laddie! Keep it moving! You can hear the Flensers cry!

Aye there’s men who flense the blubber and there’s men who work the saws,
For many skills are needed doon among the ice and snows,
And the Cooker Men are clever getting oil wi’ steaming heat,
But the Lads who swing a blubber hook are canny lads to meet.

Chorus

Watch them balance on a rolling deck where heaps o’ blubber lie,
As they drag the strips o’ blubber to the manhole’s waiting eye,
And their hooks are flashing quickly, they dance like the imps o’ hell,
On the bloody freezing deck that reeks o’ whaling factory smell.

Chorus

When the season’s work is over and we’re back on shore again,
And ye wonder why the city folk can tell ye’re Whaling Men,
It’s no secret to them shipmates when you see them stand and look
As the Laddies walk along the street and swing their blubber hook.

Chorus


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Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook
From: Stewie
Date: 01 Apr 21 - 10:15 PM

PHONES OUT OF RANGE
(Dave Myers/Tune: 'Home, home on the range')

Oh give me a phone that will work when I roam
In the country when I need to ring
Where seldom is found any kind of a sound
You'd be better with tins on a string

Chorus
Phones, phones out of range
In the bush where the punters all pay
Where seldom is heard any kind of a word
And reception is cloudy all day

Chorus

How often at night where the heavens are bright
When I'm stranded by some lonely tree
Have I sat there amazed and asked as I gazed
Where the hell is that Telstra's 'Next G'

Chorus

Oh give me a land where the towers all stand
By the roadside wherever I go
Where seldom are seen any out-of-range screens
And my mobile is always aglow

Chorus

--Stewie.


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Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook
From: Stewie
Date: 01 Apr 21 - 10:04 PM

R-J, many thanks for your excellent spreadsheets.

The late David Myers was a regular attendee at Top End Folk Festivals in both Darwin and Alice Springs. He was a member of the Shiny Bum Singers and contributed many songs to their repertoire.

Shiny Bums

LAPTOPS IN THE SKY
(Dave Myers/Tune: 'Ghost riders in the sky')

A local bloke he caught a plane one cold and frosty morn
To beat the fog in Canberra he had to leave at dawn
When all at once a red-eyed bunch of businessmen he spied
Working on their laptops, lattes by their sides

Chorus
Yippie aye eh
Yippie aye oh
Laptops in the sky

Their gazes fixed, their eyes were blurred, their fingers running hot
Their work it seemed important but really it was not
They could be writing novels or doing difficult sums
But they were only writing emails to their mums

Chorus

Their keys were jumping off the board, their brows were soaked with sweat
They missed both lunch and dinner but haven't noticed yet
Then they hit some turbulence and things began to fly
There was debris in the cabin and laptops in the sky

Chorus

The captain said 'We're landing now in Darwin's summer heat
So stow your trusty laptops underneath your seats'
And as they hit the tarmac there came a strangled roar
A hundred sliding laptops went racing down the floor

Chorus

--Stewie.


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Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook
From: rich-joy
Date: 01 Apr 21 - 05:52 AM

It being the eve of the Easter break here Down Under, I have finalised (correctly I hope :) the last 3 months of Song Posts in this thread.
So if you desire an Excel spreadsheet for Jan-Mar2021 (or the Aug-Dec2020 one), then send a Mudcat PM to Sandra-in-Sydney for a copy!!

Hopefully the Easter holiday will also encourage more folks to add songs, eh!! :)

Avagoodwun.

Cheers!
R-J


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Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook
From: Sandra in Sydney
Date: 31 Mar 21 - 03:17 AM

FRIENDS WON'T LET YOU DOWN, © Denis Kevans 1999, tune © Denis Rice 2007

Audio

"Your friends will never forget you", the fluttering leaflet said,
"Your friends will never forget you", and then o’er the valley spread,
The wide sky cowed in sorrow, and the eyes of the angels wept,
For a promise made by the soldiers that their leaders never kept.

For soldiers are there when you need them, they're there to suffer and die,
And to make the eyes of the angels weep in the depths of the tropical sky,
And the soldiers are there to laugh it off, and shoulder their blistering gun,
And fight anew in the mud like glue, and the sweat of the tropical sun.

And soldiers were there, and their mates were there, their mates the East Timorese,
Who fought and died beside them in the night of the jungle trees,
Who bled and fought and suffered, so Australia might still be free,
And the Aussies cried, when their leaders lied, and poisoned the Timor Sea.

"Your friends will never forget you", the fluttering leaflet said,
Dropped from the biscuit bomber, and then o’er the valley spread,
The wide sky cowed in sorrow, and the eyes of the angels wept,
For a promise made by the soldiers that their leaders never kept.

Notes

Many thanks to Denis Kevans and Denis Rice for permission to add this song to the Union Songs collection.


Why Australia owes a lot to East Timor

During World War Two in 1942, Timorese villagers assisted the Australian soldiers who were fighting the Japanese Imperial Army. More than 40,000 Timorese were killed by the Japanese in reprisal for their support of the Australians.

Upon withdrawal of the Australian troops from Timor, hundreds of leaflets were dropped by air over the villages in Timor that read "YOUR FRIENDS WILL NEVER FORGET YOU". This initial declaration of friendship has led to friendship agreements between Australian and Timorese communities.


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Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook
From: Sandra in Sydney
Date: 31 Mar 21 - 03:05 AM

TRAINS OF TREASURE © 1984 Denis Kevans

Audio

They are leaving, trains of treasure, without measure, everyday,
Trains of corn and coal and ore for the countries far away,
Treasure trains and treasure troves, leaving for the ports and coves,
Taking loads of gleaming treasure to the countries far away.

When I'm walking home, at midnight, roaming through the city's heart,
I can hear the trains uncouple, and the motor's purring start,
They pass me. like a film, forty carriages, all told,
Whipping round the curve at midnight with their cargo-loads of gold.

Like a film of the wartime, when the victors iced the cake,
With the corn and coal and ore of the countries they would take,
Like a film, they are leaving, treasure trains, and treasure troves,
Richer than the reefs of Midas, and lost Lasseter's last gold.

Tracks of steel I thought weren't used now, tunnels...mushrooms there I thought,
From the lights of Darling harbour, and Glebe Island, to the port,
Just a smiling driver, standing with his cap at jockey tilt,
I knew they carried treasure by the little bit they spilt.

And they pass you through the tunnels where the funnels used to smoke,
Round the curving lines of cities where the signals watch them go,
Just a wave, a nod, a yahoo, from the guard who throws the brake,
And the trains of treasure rumble, like a memory, through the State.

And the shunter's yard exploding in the deepest, darkest night,
And the trucks, they are unloading, in a light that's brightest white,
And the coupled trains uncouple, and the shunter's glove is shown,
And another train of treasure trundles down the iron road.

They are leaving, trains of treasure, without measure, everyday,
Trains of corn and coal and ore for the countries far away,
Treasure trains and treasure troves, leaving for the ports and coves,
Taking loads of gleaming treasure to the countries far away.

Recorded on Trains of Treasure 1985 cassette, 1999 CD


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Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook
From: Sandra in Sydney
Date: 31 Mar 21 - 02:57 AM

MONUMENTS © Denis Kevans 1970, music Kate Fagan

Audio

Some leave a marble monument, or a statue made of brass
That stands in cold retirement, getting tickled by the grass
Some leave a passive portrait they've commissioned for a fee,
But no one comes to sculpt or carve, or paint a pic of me.

Don't worry, I've been carved up by experts, not a few
Subbies, foremen use their knives to carve a pound or two.
I've been sculpted by the cleaver winds that scream up in the struts.
I've been painted by the mud and slush in bogging rickshaw ruts

I am a kind of portrait if you could read between
The lines that mark my face with time and see just what they mean
The leagues and laughs and lands I've known, the years of wear and tear
No gypsy woman on the earth could glean the stories there.

From the mullock heavy rickshaw to the hook that rides with ease,
From the sucking clay caught shovel, to the steel walk in the breeze,
From the jack pick gun's staccato to the steady chisel chip
I've worked upon my monument in a life's apprenticeship.

From the convict's pickmarked alphabet in Hawkesbury River stone
To where the dogman carves his name in the concrete rise alone
From mud in acres poured and squared, to the bright mosaic eye,
I've worked upon my monument, and build before I die.

I see your monuments displayed in cavalcades of war,
In lands where you make ashes from the courage of the poor.
In little children hobbling down to drink from sorrow's well
Looking sadly at their faces, cut to bits by petrol gel.

I see your monuments displayed in smog polluted air.
To the wraiths of black shawled mountains, in the wake of 'I don't care'
In oil choked harbours, upturned fish, and nuclear sullied seas
In forests felled, and deserts made from songbird's aviaries

You've had your chance, you've run the world your way, we know it's true.
Your monuments stick in my craw, the monuments to you.
We leave the cities of the world cemented with our sweat
The cemeteries of our youthful years, but we're not beaten yet.

For there's a living monument to all we've lived and learned
The green bans we've created, and the victories we have earned
And one day when our cities are but dust upon the air
The pollen from our fighting hearts will bloom again somewhere.

Recorded on City of Green - Green Ban Songs & Beyond, 1996?


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Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook
From: Sandra in Sydney
Date: 31 Mar 21 - 02:48 AM

CITY OF GREEN, © Denis Kevans, music Kate Fagan

audio

I built a city of green, the city of my dreams,
Oh my city of green, the best you've ever seen.
For, still and all, we all must dream, far better it is to try,
To build a city all of green, than to let your dreaming die.
And so, my friends, if you have a dream, do not let it die,
Then, when you are dead and gone, you'll be alive as I.

I was riding high on a plank of steel, with old Sydney stretched below,
I saw them grey, in the living day. scurrying to and fro,
As I watched those moving shadows in tho streets way down there,
I wished that just one fall of light would strike on their lovely hair would ignite their dancing hair.

As the day was born, in the hungover dawn, we fronted the old change shed,
And we slammed the door, and we cursed and swore, at the lies the press chiefs spread.
Our blood had dried in the concrete dust, the steel fix cut our hands,
Our ears were sore with the jackpick's roar, but we could understand, yes, we could understand.

Like a giant stonehenge, this city we built, for the worshippers of gold,
And we ripped and tore, to the jackpick's roar,
In the burning heat and cold,
And the worshippers came with their pallid flame, to bow their heads and tell
All the sins they had never committed, and the ones they had dreamed as well.

The big clowns said this shall be so, now knock that theatre down,
These rows of terraces can go in the best part of the town,
They used their words so hunt me, I can tell you that they stung,
I copped plenty and I gave plenty, with my fists and fighting tongue, my fists and fighting tongue.

In a mighty tide of human pride, we surged through Sydney's streets,
And the mark of green, on the concrete keen, was a kingtide, full and sweet,
Our names unknown, nor gold on stone, but still our hearts were high
To overturn the lies that burn the life from you and I.

I marched out front, I took the dump, on me they tipped the can,
I saw the heroes point and say:"Do you call it a man?"
But when the coppers buckled me, and slammed the paddy van,
I saw the heroes stop and think - perhaps I was a man, perhaps I was a man.

And now my friends, my hair is grey, and I am growing young,
For in the sky, the stars will play, where once smog curtains hung,
I see the oceans shine with fish. the rivers glint with bream,
And there wont be any beaches where the kiddies cannot swim.

I built a city of green, the city of my dreams.
Oh my city of green, the best you've ever seen,
For, still and all, we all must dream, far better it is to try,
To build a city all of green, than to let your dreaming die,
And so, my friends, it you have a dream, do not let it die,
Then, when you are dead and gone, you'll be alive as I.

Recorded on City of Green - Green Ban Songs & Beyond, 1996?


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Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook
From: Sandra in Sydney
Date: 30 Mar 21 - 11:43 PM

we have 3 of Denis's songs, Across the Western Suburbs, The Roar of the Crowd, & Green Ban Fusileers, all very famous, & now this also new to me.

CD c.1995/6, City of Green - Green Ban Songs & Beyond with Kate Fagan, Bob Fagan, Denis Kevans, Wyn Jonea, Sonia Bennett, Ralph Kelly, Jack Mundey, Milton Taylor, Bill Berry, & more. All songs by Denis, but no words, I'll see what I can find.

sandra


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Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook
From: Stewie
Date: 30 Mar 21 - 10:07 PM

R-J, it is unlikely that I posted a link. The only collection of Kevans' poems that I have is 'The Great Prawn War and Other Poems' which doesn't include 'Ah, white Man'. I can't remember obtaining the book, but I must have got it from him personally because inside the front cover there is handwritten 'I called him a worship, your bastard' and 'warmest greetings, Denis Kevans'.

--Stewie.


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Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook
From: rich-joy
Date: 30 Mar 21 - 09:01 PM

A friend just sent me this link to Denis Kevans, 1939-2005 (“Australia’s Poet Lorikeet”!) reciting his work : “Ah White Man, Have You Any Sacred Sites?” (I thought maybe Stewie had posted that last year????),
but this link also included his poem “Mend the Torn Air“ set to music by Denis Rice, and which was new to me :


MEND THE TORN AIR

Denis Kevans

Your beak is the needle, The thread is your song,
And you mend the torn air, When the madness is gone,
And the harmonies old, of the bushland unfold,
When you mend the torn air with your song.

And when harmony reigned In the forest of green,
And no screaming steel Desecrated the scene,
All the birds of the air made the harmony there,
And they threaded the air with their song.

Now they tear down the trees, And a nightmare it seems,
The timeless old forest And the screaming machines,
But you with your song, you follow along,
And you mend the torn air with your song.

When the screaming of shells And the big guns did roar,
The larks, with their song, Tried to even the score,
They near burst their hearts, in singing their parts,
And they mended the air with their song.

So your beak is the needle, The thread is your song,
To mend the torn air, When the madness is gone,
Like the larks in the war Who have done it before,
You mend the torn air with your song.

(lyrics cut-and-pasted from KV’s Comment on webpage)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KFKp_OqVd6I
Denis (poet) / Loosely Woven (singers), Sydney

About Denis :

http://humph.org/lw/concerts/05fogs/c_03_dennis.htm

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Denis_Kevans



R-J


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Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook
From: Stewie
Date: 29 Mar 21 - 09:09 PM

THE OLD KEG OF RUM
(Anon)

My name is old Jack Palmer, and I once dug for gold
And the song I'm going to sing you recalls the days of old
When I'd plenty mates around me, and the talk would fairly hum
As we all sat together round the old keg of rum

Chorus
The old keg of rum, the old keg of rum
As we all sat together round the old keg of rum

There was Bluey Watt, the breaker, and old Tom Hynes
And little Doyle, the ringer, who now in glory shines
And many more hard-doers, all gone to Kingdom Come
We were all associated round the old keg of rum

When the shearing time was over at the sheds on the Bree
We'd raise a keg from somewhere, and we'd all have a spree
We'd sit and sing together till we got so blind and dumb
That we couldn't find the bung-hole of the old keg of rum

There was some would last the night out, and some would have a snooze
And some were full of fight, boys, but all were full of booze
Till often in a scrimmage I have corked it with my thumb
To keep the life from leakin' from the old keg of rum

And now my song is ended, I've got to travel on
Just an old buffer skiting of days dead and gone
You young folk who hear me will perhaps in years to come
Remember old Jack Palmer and his old keg of rum

The above is close to the version that circulated during the folk boom. It was popular here in Darwin, particularly with a group that called themselves Bludger O'Toole. I took this from the Folk Lore Council compilation. It is also on the Mark Gregory and John Thompson sites. There is a much longer version in Paterson's 'Old Bush Songs' from which this perhaps derives.

Youtube clip

--Stewie.


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Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook
From: Stewie
Date: 29 Mar 21 - 03:18 AM

Damn! I doubled up again with 'Pig-catcher'. My apologies R-J. I will aim to do better.

--Stewie.


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Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook
From: Stewie
Date: 29 Mar 21 - 12:26 AM

Here's another one in the Folk Lore Council compilation in a similar vein to 'Dying Bagman'. The compilation doesn't give authors for any of the songs. However, this one is also included in Ron Edwards' big book. He notes that it was written by Jack Crossland, a cane-cutter and avid pig hunter from Cairns.

THE PIG-CATCHER'S LOVE SONG
(Jack Crossland/Tune: 'On top of Old Smokey')

Oh, marry me darling, I love you sincere
I love you the way I love Cairns Bitter Beer

Chorus (changes each verse)
Oh Cairns Bitter Beer, love, Cairns Bitter Beer
I love you the way I love Cairns Bitter Beer

I've got an old humpy, a camp-oven or two
A rifle and pig-dogs, now I only want you

Chorus
I only want you, love, I only want you
A rifle and pig-dogs - now I only want you

You'll never go hungry as long as you live
With sweet-bucks and mango and slab of wild pig

I'll always be faithful and reasonably true
I may love other women, but I'll mostly love you

I'll often get drunken and sometime tell lies
But I often will tell you how blue are your eyes

Oh, marry me darling, I never will fail
There are worse blokes than me, love, but they're mostly in jail

--Stewie


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Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook
From: Stewie
Date: 27 Mar 21 - 10:15 PM

THE DYING BAGMAN
(Unknown/Tune: 'The dying stockman')

A strapping young bagman lay dying
His swag was supporting his head
Around him his mates sat a-crying
For a handout of corned beef and bread

Chorus
Wrap him up in his nosebag and blanket
And bury him deep down below
Where the demons and wallopers won't worry him
For he's gone where all good bagmen go

He'd jumped every freight in Australia
He'd batted handouts by the score
He'd learned all the rorts as a whaler
But, alas, he will battle no more

There was Diver, the wild kid from Brunswick
And Timetable Tommy as well
Philadelphia and old Boxcar Harry
To bid him a bagman's farewell

Those coppers that wait at Rockhampton
Those demons that wait at Yarell
The blighters can wait there forever
For he's catching a fast train to hell!

I got this one from a little compilation by the Folk Lore Council of Australia: 'Australian Folksongs of the Land and its People' published 1974.

Meredith & Anderson gave a shorter and less interesting version at page 118 of their 'Folk Song of Australia'. Meredith collected it in Sydney from Bill Foster who learned it while on the track during the depression. Here it is:

THE DYING BAGMAN

A strapping young bagman lay dying
His nosebag supporting his head
All around him his cobbers were crying
As he rose on his elbow and said

Chorus
Wrap me up in my old police blanket
And bury me deep down below
Where the coppers and squatters can't touch me
In the shade where the old rattler blows

There's tea in the battered old billy
The pannikins lie in a row
So we'll drink to the last merry meetin'
Of bagmen before I go

--Stewie.


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Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook
From: rich-joy
Date: 25 Mar 21 - 10:25 PM

EUREKA LEAD

Kenneth Cook   (tune is “The Parting Glass”)

To make my fortune finding gold
I left my love behind in tears
I said that I would come home soon
But I've been gone for all these years

I have a pick I have a pan
I wander here in the dusty heat
With a memory of a lovely lass
Whose hands were soft and whose kiss was sweet

There is no gold like the gold of her hair
No jewel as fair as I left behind
To wander this weary land alone
Seeking gold of a duller kind

And so on down the lonely days
I fear I'll keep a-wandering
So very far from the lass I love
And still the years are squandering


Mudcat Guest, Michael Thompson, who provided these lyrics in Sept 2010 in a now newly-revived thread, thought there was another verse. (my Patricia Cook L.P. has long since “gone to God”!)


“ EUREKA LEAD (The tune is The Parting Glass; see elsewhere on this list) By Kenneth Cook, ca 1960    The song (see http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CemoDoPDWyM) is an early work by novelist-songwriter Kenneth Cook. He doubtless wrote the words, and his wife, Patricia Cook probably set it to the Irish tune. It appears in Cook’s play ‘Stockade’, which had its first production in 1971. The words and music appear in the book of the play, published by Penguin Books in 1975.

The song was included on William Clauson’s second LP of Australian folk songs, c.1962. which was titled ‘All Among the Wool, Boys’; see http://www.williamclauson.com/albums/. On the record the song is given the attribution ‘Trad. Arr. Cook-Clauson’, but the ‘trad’ part would apply only to the tune.

Cook was in the habit of not claiming authorship of his lyrics, a practice which has resulted in a number of his songs – such as the well-known ‘Cross of the South’ –erroneously being recorded by other artists as ‘traditional’.- Keith McKenry “


http://www.vfmc.org.au/FiresideFiddlers/EurekaLead.pdf


Here is William Clauson’s recording of the song (early 60s?) : https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CemoDoPDWyM


R-J


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Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook
From: Sandra in Sydney
Date: 25 Mar 21 - 10:03 AM

RIDING THE WIND by Kevin Baker

video

CHORUS - We are riding the wind; we are sailing the storm
Through a new age of darkness we are helmsmen of the dawn
Though our Captains have deserted and all hope's contraband
We will bring this ship to harbour where the sun breaks on the land

O you seers of new world order see the seeds you have sewn
With your mantras of money you take more than you should own.
See how privilege and power crush the hopes of the poor;
Can you really claim that all this pain can open heaven's door.

CHORUS

See the news of the nations war and hunger abound;
Hear the cries of the children from each continent resound.
While you chant your false promise you can't hear what they say
Nor reflect on those dead eyes from which hope's been blown away.

CHORUS

See the young on our streets walking poverty's beat
Staring in at barred windows with their futures in retreat.
Hopelessness sleeps in doorways cast from your covenants
You turn rich cities' ghettos into concentration camps.

CHORUS

See our farmers and workers those whom debt has dragged down,
You foreclose on their futures in our cities and our towns.
You are scorching our earth while you retreat with the wealth
That you steal from the people 'neath a screen of lies and stealth

CHORUS

You have trained hoards of minions filled their minds with your greed,
Made them prey of their people feeding with a frenzied need
But the History of people shows they're better than you
And the love of the many will bring all the people through.

CHORUS

Recorded on Riding the wind. The Songs of Kevin Baker Volume IV. 2004


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Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook
From: rich-joy
Date: 25 Mar 21 - 09:32 AM

ROSS RIVER COWBOY

Dave Oakes

Out in the Eastern McDonalds he roams
With his swag and his camels, so far from home
Dining on parrots and wallaby stew
Drinking his coffee; there’s so much to do,
When the Condamine’s quiet and the sun has gone west
The Ross River Cowboy by his campfire he rests
He looks so much younger than the years of his age
The Ross River Cowboy, the Spinifex Sage.

Chorus
Whoop-a-tie, Whoop-a-tie, Whoop-a-tie aye
The Ross River Cowboy don’t have much to say
Whoop-a-tie, Whoop-a-tie, Whoop-a-tie eye
The Ross River Cowboy, he’s just getting by.

When horizons are miraged and the summer’s ablaze
And the snake’s breath’s entwining the ranges with haze
By his campfire he sits and he passes the hours
Drinking and smoking and taking cold showers,
He’s preparing his saddles for that time in the fall
When he takes to the creeks and the low lands that call
And he drinks in the air like he’s dry as a bone
The Ross River Cowboy, he’s heading home.

I once saw a sunset, he said with a sigh
When the world was young and so was I
When the sky was much brighter than the garnets of Hale*
And when campfires at night told so many tales,
But now the Toyotas, they are scouring the land
You can drive to Arltunga* just using one hand
No one sees the forest for the trees, I am sure
And I’ve never heard him say so much before.


*Hale is a river to the East of Alice, mostly dry. Ross River is an early small settlement East of Alice. Arltunga is an historical gold mining area East of Alice Springs, being the first European settlement from the 1880s.

This song is by DAVE OAKES, resident of Central Aust, written mid 1980s – now from his inaugural 2014 CD recording, “Made in Alice Springs” – but I have not yet found his work online.

Interviews : https://timberandsteel.wordpress.com/2015/03/27/national-folk-festival-interview-dave-oakes/    and    https://alicespringsnews.com.au/2015/02/15/a-tuneful-tick-off-daves-bucket-list/

In one of the above interviews, Dave said this song was inspired by his travels with local Centralian identity and cameleer, Hal Duell.
I had it in my memory from years ago, that this song was actually about Noel Fullerton, the Alice Springs “Camel King” (1934-2015) …… and maybe it still was! Anyhoo, here are some Camel links for The Alice.

https://www.abc.net.au/news/2015-09-07/camel-king-noel-fullerton-dies-aged-81/6754934

https://www.abc.net.au/news/2015 : The Alice Springs Camel Cup (2012) + a Noel Fullerton interview.

A Chicago journalist on Noel’s Centralian Camel Safari in 1985 : https://www.chicagotribune.com/news/ct-xpm-1985-09-29-8503060244-story.html



R-J


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Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook
From: rich-joy
Date: 25 Mar 21 - 04:16 AM

UNDER THE MILKY WAY TONIGHT

Steve Kilbey & Karin Jansson

“an accidental Australian anthem”

Sometimes when this place gets kind of empty
Sound of their breath fades with the lights
I think about the loveless fascination
Under the Milky Way tonight.

Lower the curtain down on Memphis
Lower the curtain down all right
I got no time for private consultation
Under the Milky Way tonight.

Wish I knew what you were looking for
Might have known what you would find

And it's something quite peculiar
Something shimmering and white
It leads you here despite your destination
Under the Milky Way tonight.

Wish I knew what you were looking for
Might have known what you would find
Wish I knew what you were looking for
Might have known what you would find.

And it's something quite peculiar
Something that’s shimmering and white
Leads you here despite your destination
Under the Milky Way tonight.

Wish I knew what you were looking for
Might have known what you would find
Wish I knew what you were looking for
Might have known what you would find.

Under the Milky Way tonight
Under the Milky Way tonight
Under the Milky Way tonight


THE DRY :   I’m still waiting to see this 2020 mystery/drama/thriller movie, with Eric Bana, filmed across numerous Victorian towns.   
The theme music is UNDER THE MILKY WAY TONIGHT by The Church,1988, but sung in the movie by Bebe Bettencourt.   

As for what the song’s about, Kilbey tells Guardian Australia: “It’s not about anything. Like all my songs, it’s a portal into your own mind where I give you a guided meditation. It’s a blank, abstract canvas for people to lose themselves in.” …..
“While it was never his intention, he’s chuffed at how “Australians have adopted it as their own song”.

https://www.theguardian.com/culture/australia-culture-blog/2014/jul/15/the-church-under-the-milky-way-an-accidental-australian-a
This vidclip of THE CHURCH recording has a Cosmic backdrop to assist in your personal meditation! : https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mA54NBtPKdI

But here is an even mellower version by Aussie Aboriginal country legend, JIMMY LITTLE (1937-2012) : https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eHVdpdK1-qc

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jimmy_Little


R-J


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Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook
From: rich-joy
Date: 25 Mar 21 - 12:23 AM

RAINBIRD IN THE TEA-TREE

Peter Cape

When the Rainbird sings in the Tea-Tree
There’s cloud on the hills out the back
Look out of your window and you’ll see me
I’ll be coming in off the track.

I’ll be droving a mob of the black bulls
The dogs’ll be footsore and done
Call out as I go past your window
Just to show you, you are The One.

It’s a long drove up from the Puhoi
By Woodcocks and Kaipara Flats
I’ll be sick of my oilskins and my jumper
And the rain pelting down on my back.

I’ve a stockwhip over my shoulder
And a plain gold ring in my pack
Perhaps as I go past your window
I’ll be coming in off the track.

So when the Rainbird sings in the Tea-Tree
There’s cloud on the hills out the back
Look out of your window and you’ll see me
I’ll be coming in off the track.
Look out of your window and you’ll see me
I’ll be coming in off the track.


Another of those lovely EnZed songs, sung here by Chris Priestley & Friends : https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=f8NG05fNHCk


My question to me is : Will I ever make it to The Land of the Long White Cloud, in this Lifetime??!!
….. sigh …..
(s’pose maybe I already have - in a Parallel World, eh!! :)


R-J


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Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook
From: rich-joy
Date: 25 Mar 21 - 12:19 AM

Re “Old TI / Oh TI” - No wurries, Stewie, about the doubling up. I reckon it doesn’t matter too much coz there’s usually always song variants and different audio links and extra info. So, all good!

Although I wouldn’t say No to some more input in this thread from other folkies (hint hint!), I do like how, with some very small overlap, the main 4 of us, have posted a great variety of songs and research, but each in our own individual way and preferences.

Stew, you once said my record collection was very “eclectic” and I s’pose my posts here reflect that too – rather all over the place like the proverbial *madwoman’s footprints! – but I reckon all our efforts are making for a very interesting collection (some 800+ by now, Sandra reports).


Anyone else out there in cyberspace got any comments (or songs)??!!

Cheers, R-J


*just as well this is not a strictly "PC" thread! :)


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Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook
From: Stewie
Date: 24 Mar 21 - 08:57 PM

My apologies R-J for doubling up again. I thought I had checked, but my search was for 'Oh TI' rather than 'Old TI'. Anyhow, I added a little extra info and the original.

In light of the recent mass protests by Australia women, it is pertinent to note that women have had some victories against male-dominated organisations.

THE GIANT FEELS THEIR STING
(Sue Edmonds 1985)

There's stories 'bout the heroes
Who faced the giant's wrath
Tales about the heroines
Forced to spin gold cloth
Jack and the beanstalk
Rumplestiltskin the Dwarf
Now the women from Wollongong
Have met the giant's force

Chorus:
The giant's made of iron and steel
Didn't feel a thing
But the women worked together
Now the giant feels their sting

This giant big Australian
Had the pickings of the crop
Only used the work of men
To keep it at the top
Women were rejected
Without a second thought
So 34 good women
Took the giant to the court

Chorus

Out heroines of history
Fought for equal rights
Now we're fighting for a job
We face the giant's might
We've learnt to work together
Like the Amazons of old
Make that mighty patriarch
To loose its might hold

This is the first song in the 1988 publication by the Victorian Trade Union Labour Day Celebration Committee: 'Strike a Light: Contemporary songs of Australian working Life' Selected and Edited by Gillian Harrison. The song with its tune is printed at page 11.

Note with the song:

In 1985, 34 women for Wollongong won their case against Australian Iron and Steel in the Equal Opportunity Tribunal in New South Wales. The tribunal found that the 55 complaints of sex discrimination on the basis of delaying hiring of women, retrenchment procedures, threat of retrenchment and sexist attitudes among senior company officers were all substantiated. It had taken years of persistence to get jobs in the traditionally male steelworks, only to lose them during the steel crisis in the early 1980s. The decision was a major triumph for the Jobs-for-Women Campaign and has had far-reaching consequences on business practice throughout the country. For the women, it brought to an end nearly six years years of what they said was 'fighting for the right to work'. The song by Sue Edmonds is a tribute to those who fought and won this landmark case'.

Australian Iron and Steel was owned by BHP.

Steely women

Film project

--Stewie.


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Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook
From: Sandra in Sydney
Date: 24 Mar 21 - 09:06 AM

Having fun expressing political fury…..Dale

THE YEAR OF Ts : TOXIC TERMITE TONY TROUBLES TRAGIC TURNCOAT TURNBULL
AND OVERSEAS WE SEE TWITTERING TRUMP TORMENTS ALL THINKERS! by Dale Dengate, 2015

TUNE: Villikins and his Dinah.video Much sung street ballad in the sixties, which started with: There was a rich merchant who in London did dwell….. and ended with the death of Dinah from a cup of cold pizen ... SO ...

There was a rich merchant who in Canberra did dwell,
But he faced a big problem till his right wing he’d quell.
‘Twas led by a fellow, termite tony by name,
Who was very adept at just playing his game.

Chorus:
Singing Turali urali urali eh.
Entitlements for me but not for you, eh!

No sniping or wrecking, no leaking or a-betting.
No self-serving claims; those are just not my aims,
Says tough termite tony to his troubled leader.
Those rumours are phony like an archbishop’s plead-ing,

Chorus:
Singing Turali urali urali eh.
Entitlements for me but not for you, eh!

Now all you old pollies take warning by me
Though a unit on the Gold Coast looks enticing to thee
Take a look at your own mob, for your seat they might rob
Spoken - Instead of Villikins and his Dinah,-
Think of old toxic tony with his ‘cup of cold of Pizen’.

Chorus:
Singing Turali urali urali eh.
Entitlements for me but not for you, eh!


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Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook
From: rich-joy
Date: 24 Mar 21 - 05:09 AM

Thanks Stew, "Old TI" is such a lovely old singalong song, redolent of past times and the fragrance of the tropics on the air! See also Dec 8th posting for a link to a version by Jessie Lloyd (Joe Gaia's daughter!), and one by Ted Egan.


MEANWHILE : Apparently this song continues to be Hugely popular amongst many Aussies, so, here it is :

GREAT SOUTHERN LAND

Iva Davies

Standing at the limit of an endless ocean
Stranded like a runaway, lost at sea
City on a rainy day down in the harbor
Watching as the grey clouds shadow the bay
Looking everywhere 'cause I had to find you
This is not the way that I remember it here
Anyone will tell you it’s a prisoner island
Hidden in the summer for a million years.

Great Southern Land, burned you black

So you look into the land and it will tell you a story
Story 'bout a journey ended long ago
Listen to the motion of the wind in the mountains
Maybe you can hear them talking like I do
They're gonna betray you, they're gonna forget you
Are you gonna let them take you over that way.

Great Southern Land, Great Southern Land
You walk alone, like a primitive man
And they make it work, with sticks and bones
See their hungry eyes, its a hungry land.

I hear the sound of the stranger's voices
I see their hungry eyes, their hungry eyes
Great Southern Land, Great Southern Land
They burned you black, black against the ground.

Standing at the limit of an endless ocean
Stranded like a runaway, lost at sea
City on a rainy day down in the harbor
Watching as the grey clouds shadow the bay
Looking everywhere 'cause I had to find you
This is not the way that I remember it here
Anyone will tell you it’s a prisoner island
Hidden in the summer for a million years.

Great Southern Land, in the sleeping sun
You walk alone with the ghost of time
Where they burned you black, black against the ground
And they make it work with rocks and sand.

I hear the sound of the strangers’ voices
I see their hungry eyes, their hungry eyes

Great Southern Land, Great Southern Land
You walk alone, like a primitive man
You walk alone with the ghost of time
And they burned you black
Yeah, they burned you black
Great Southern Land

Great Southern Land
Great Southern Land
Great Southern Land



This is the 1982 original by ICEHOUSE : https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YWHcQPR2S-U

This is the 1989 clip for the “Young Einstein” movie : https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WtP4yQNpNF4

This is the 2012 remake vidclip with various artists and locations, by Tourism Australia : https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1kHUYXAM3yc

“In November 2014 the song was selected for inclusion on the Australian National Film & Sound Archive's "Sounds of Australia" list.”

WIKI : https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Great_Southern_Land


R-J


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Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook
From: Stewie
Date: 23 Mar 21 - 09:59 PM

There are numerous variations in tune and content of 'Oh, TI'. The lyrics below are those printed in Ron Edwards' big book and reproduced in Bill Scott's 'Second Penguin Australian Songbook'. The song was well-known in north Queensland and the Northern Territory, particularly among Aboriginal people. It was sometimes called 'Old TI' and 'Old PI', the latter referencing Palm Island rather than Thursday Island. Ron Edwards also collected what he called an 'old version' which was composed in 1936 by Jarfar Ahmat. Edwards collected it from Charley Ahmat, the brother of Jarfar, in 1965.

OH, TI

Why are you looking so sad, my dear
Why are you feeling so blue?
I'm thinking of someone so far away
In that beautiful place called TI

Chorus:
Oh TI my beautiful home
That's the place where I was born
Where the moon and stars that shine, make me longing for home
Oh TI my beautiful home

Take me across the sea
Over the deep blue sea
Darling won't you take me
Back to my home TI

TI my beautiful home
TI my home sweet home
I'll be there forever
The sun is setting farewell

Youtube clip

OH, TI (Old version)

Oh TI my beautiful home
That's the place where I was born
Where the moon and stars that shine, make me long for home
Oh TI my beautiful home

Take me across the sea
Over the deep blue sea
Darling won't you take me
Back to my home TI

When at the break of dawn
Your dear face I cannot see
You will always think
Always think of me

Up above the clouds
Your dear face I cannot see
But in your memories dear
Never, never say goodbye

Oh my Rose, my beautiful Rose
You're the one that nobody knows
Your eyes are blue, like the sky above, your lips were made for love
Oh my Rose, my beautiful Rose

--Stewie.


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Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook
From: Sandra in Sydney
Date: 23 Mar 21 - 10:01 AM

And now for a song from Dale Dengate. Dale carries on the Dengate parody tradition, unfortunately for this thread, most of her parodies are poems.

A PARODY MUG MYSTERY by Dale Dengate, 2020 Tune: Adaption of Streets of Forbes.

video of Marion Henderson singing "Streets of Forbes" 1966

Come all of ye Figgy folk,
And a sorrowful tale I’ll tell.
Concerning of Mike Martin,
From Candelo he came.

Mike strode into the tent and said:
Concerning Dengate’s mug,
I have a parody, I wrote
Then he began to quote:

Mike dreamt he was in parliament.
It was a dream of joy.
For everyone was honourable.
The type you would employ.
And so it went until he woke,
To cheers from bleating YOUS.

All in that year of 2-0-1-5,
There was many a clever verse
But the judge declared that Mike had won,
So called upon Sircomraderuss.
But as he rose, a tear he shed
He’d lost the Dengate’s mug.
I stood it on the bar, he said,
But it’s no longer there.

So Mike ne’re got ol’ Dengate’s mug
Although he won that day.
The years rolled on and Covid came
And kept us all at home.

So Comraderuss took to his shed
And into boxes dove.
’Twas there he found the battered mug.
Where it had hid for years,
So now at last this song can end
And Mike might get his mug.

Figgy Folk is a session run by Illawarra Folk Club, on zoom last year, but now live.
John & Dale Dengate Parody Competition, Illawarra Folk Festival, 2014 to 2017


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Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook
From: rich-joy
Date: 23 Mar 21 - 10:01 AM

sorry, that GUEST was me, not realising I was cookieless ....

Cheers, R-J


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Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook
From: GUEST
Date: 23 Mar 21 - 09:58 AM

SOUNDS OF THEN (This Is Australia)

Mark Callaghan

I think I hear the sounds of then, and people talking
The scenes recalled, by minute movement
And songs they fall, from the backing tape
That certain texture, that certain smell.

To lie in sweat, on familiar sheets
In brick veneer on financed beds
In a room, of silent hardiflex
That certain texture, that certain smell
Brings home the heavy days
Brings home the the night time swell.

   Out on the patio, we'd sit
   And the humidity, we'd breathe
   We'd watch the lightning crack over canefields
   And laugh and think, this is Australia.

The block is awkward - it faces west
Long diagonals, and sloping too
And in the distance, through the heat haze
In convoys of silence, the cattle graze
That certain texture, that certain beat
Brings forth the night-time heat.

   Out on the patio, we'd sit
   And the humidity, we'd breathe
   We'd watch the lightning crack over canefields
   Laugh and think that this is Australia.

To lie in sweat, on familiar sheets
In brick veneer on financed beds
In a room of silent hardiflex
That certain texture, that certain smell
Brings forth the heavy days
Brings forth the night-time sweat.

   Out on the patio, we'd sit
   And the humidity, we'd breathe
   We'd watch the lightning crack over canefields
   And laugh and think, this is Australia.

   Out on the patio, we'd sit
   And the humidity, we'd breathe
   We'd watch the lightning crack over canefields
   And laugh and think, this is Australia.

This is Australia etc…...


Mark Callaghan of GANGgajang : wrote this 1985 song about his childhood memories as a recent English immigrant to Bundy (Bundaberg, sub-tropical coastal city in central Queensland) :   https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ML9h3I5Uktw

WIKI : https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sounds_of_Then



R-J


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Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook
From: Sandra in Sydney
Date: 23 Mar 21 - 09:45 AM

A parody of The Shearers Dream, posted on page 13 at 25 Nov 20 - 12:25 AM by Rich-Joy

THE PEOPLE'S DREAM by Mike Martin © 2015, tune The Shearer's Dream, winner of 2015 Dengate Parody Mug competition, Illawarra Folk Festival

I am very honoured to have won such a trophy, John was not only a mate but an inspiration to a generation of Folkies. A great writer and a peer of excellence.

I dreamt I was in Parliament. It as a dream of joy
For every member was honourable, the type you would employ
There were no collars, suits or ties, just overalls, boots and pies
There were no broken promises, and nobody ever told lies.

I dreamt no votes on Party lines, no money ever changed hands
They'd legislate the people's will, for the battler, for the working man
There were equal rights for both black and white. Men, women and both
Where money couldn't buy or influence, the way you decide to vote.

I dreamt I gave my maiden speech, a tear came to my eye
I spoke of justice and freedom, the reason the diggers died
I spoke of poverty and of greed, the demise of democracy
I spoke of sustainability and biodiversity.

I dreamt every member understood my words, I was as proud as proud could be
The call from the floor was for more, and the gallery they all agreed,
But then I awoke in a shearing shed, on a bed of greasy wool
The clapping the clatter of cutters and combs
       ...    And the cheering was the bleating of YOUS ...

video of Lionel Long singing The Shearer's Dream


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Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook
From: Sandra in Sydney
Date: 22 Mar 21 - 05:46 AM

brilliant!

audio of LIBRARY-O

sandra (retired librarian)


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Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook
From: GerryM
Date: 22 Mar 21 - 02:42 AM

The Grubby Urchins - Library-O
Daniel Bornstein and Joe Hillel
https://www.sl.nsw.gov.au/about-library/publications/openbook/shanty-town-mark-dapin-extract

When I was young, but ten and three
Hi-o, hi-o, librari-o
My parents asked, what trade for thee?
Send them out on loan
And so next morning I began
Hi-o, hi-o, librari-o
To train as a librar-i-an
Send them out on loan

Chorus (after each verse):
So turn 'em, scan 'em, bin 'em, bag 'em
Heave 'em out to roam-i-o
Two weeks in the open world
Before they come back home-i-o
When they're back and through the slot
It's to the shelves they'll go-i-o
Send them out on loan-i-o
Send them out on loan

I dreamed that evening as I slept
Hi-o ...
On where the books are neatly kept
Send ...
I dreamed of shelves ten fathoms high
Hi-o ...
Where books from every land do lie
Send ...

Chorus

I dreamed of bins and stacks and shelves
Where readers go and help theirselves
I dreamed of books in tidy rows
From ancient verse to modern prose

The libr'y life is free from woes
The chief concern is where books goes
So growl ye may, but read ye must
You talk too loud, your head they'll bust

If friendly staff is what ye seeks
Bring back your books within two weeks
Be warned when on a reading spree
Late books incur a nominal fee

The lib'ry trade takes stalwart guts
For every year bring government cuts
They say that borrowing books is hard
For those without a lib'ry card

And when their lending time is through
It's back you'll mosey to renew
And when the readin's good and done
It's back to pick another one


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Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook
From: Stewie
Date: 21 Mar 21 - 10:56 PM

In the links in my previous post, I missed Truganini:

Truganini

If you click on 'Show More' under the video, you will find many other links.

--Stewie.


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Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook
From: Stewie
Date: 21 Mar 21 - 09:50 PM

At the 2021 Golden Guitar Awards, Luke O'Shea won the 'Traditional Country Album of the Year' award for his 'There in the Ochre'. He also was awarded a golden guitar award for 'Heritage Song of the Year' for his collaboration with Kevin Bennett on 'Happy Australia Day' - and deservedly so, a brilliant song for our times. The youtube video is also exceptional.


HAPPY AUSTRALIA DAY
(Luke O’Shea & Kevin Bennett)

Cowboys vs Indians, white man vs savages
Is what I was shown on TV
I knew more about the world wars, the Zulu and the Navaho
Than I did of my own history
But as you begin to uncover the sin
You can feel your heart drowning in shame
It all starts with a lie we no longer deny
And it’s time we all knew your name

So Pemulwuy are you still fighting?
Windradyne your song we shall sing
And for all your senseless suffering
Truganini, did it mean anything?
For every chain that has bound you
For every child stolen away
Well the river still runs from the same poisoned well
Happy Australia Day - Australia Day

Well, the wheel still turns, the memory still burns
And there’s still so much more left to write
But if I am a man who is born on this land
Then my history is both black and white

So Yagan, are you still fighting?
Jandamarra your song we shall sing
And for all you absorbed as you travelled the world
Bennelong did it mean anything?
For every shot that was fired intending to drive you away
The river still runs from the same poisoned well
Happy Australia Day - Australia Day

Let the truth fill the space in between us
Replacing the blame and the fear
And we must learn first we are better than our worst
And respect for each other starts here
So why celebrate this great nation
On a day that insults and divides
For regardless of clan, we all love this land
Find a way where we stand unified

Charlie Perkins I’ll stand beside you
Uncle Jimmy your song I shall sing
And for all you selfless suffering
Mumma Shirl well I feel everything
For every right that’s denied us
For our children stolen away
Well everyone drinks from the same poisoned well
And it’s time that we all shared the pain
Yes, everyone drinks from the same poisoned well
Happy Australia Day - Australia Day

Youtube clip

Luke O'Shea and Kevin Bennett

Pemulwuy

Windradyne

Yagan

Jandamarra

Bennelong

Charlie Perkins

Jimmy Little

Mum Shirl

--Stewie.


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Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook
From: Sandra in Sydney
Date: 21 Mar 21 - 07:58 AM

MR MURDOCH’S SONG. John Dengate 2011, tune: The Wearing of the Green

‘I’m not responsible’… just totally irresponsible.

Mr Murdoch ‘s very wealthy, there are lots of things he owns
But his speciality is tapping into other peoples’ phones.
All the citizens of England, when they ring their kith and kin;
Say ‘Hello’ to Mr Murdoch, for he always listens in.

CHORUS

He’s a snooping, prying bastard, he invades your privacy;
Cover up the bathroom keyhole if you go in for a pee.
If you ring up your girlfriend, don’t be ardent or risqué
Or the whole of bloody Britain will be reading it next day.

Mr Murdoch may be wrinkled, Mr Murdoch may be aged
But he takes an avid interest when your telephone’s engaged.
Keep the conversation flowing, don’t be taciturn or strained –
That’s not fair to Mr Murdoch, you must keep him entertained.

CHORUS

Rely on Mr Murdoch, all you Pommies, don’t despair
If your telephone starts ringing, Mr Murdoch will be there.
With his earphones and recorders and his electronic gear –
Make sure that you enunciate… he’s deaf in his left ear.

CHORUS

tune - The Wearing of the Green


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Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook
From: Sandra in Sydney
Date: 21 Mar 21 - 07:52 AM

THE MAD MONK c. John Dengate 2009, TUNE: Vilikins and His Dinah/Dinky Di/Sweet Betsy from Pike etc

Oh dear, just how low have the Liberals sunk.
They’ve chosen as leader the raving mad monk.
A royalist ratbag, a popish ex-pug:
Reactionary Tory, the monarchist thug.

They’ve sacked Malcolm Turnbull and put in his stead
A bloke who’s been punched far too hard, round the head;
Too many left hooks which rather explains
The crackpot ideas that roll round his brains.

It’s enough to send Methodists out on a binge –
He’s a punchy ex-priest from the lunatic fringe
A failed Father Tony who’s frightened of hell
And raises his fists at the sound of a bell.

They’ve chosen as leader a real troglodyte,
A cruiserweight lout from the party’s far right
A punch-throwing papist. Oh, times must be grim
For the Tories to choose a mad bastard like him,

Repeat first verse.

tune - Villikins and his Dinah


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Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook
From: rich-joy
Date: 21 Mar 21 - 04:56 AM

BtW, re my posting of renowned Upper Yarra Aussie singer Diana Trask on March 16th, I have now finished reading her very entertaining 2010 Autobiography - and can thoroughly recommend it!!
( available from her website (if your library doesn't have it!) : https://dianatrask.com/product/whatever-happened-to-diana-trask-official-autobiography/ )


R-J :)


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Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook
From: rich-joy
Date: 21 Mar 21 - 04:42 AM

MOTHERLODE

Ken Ferguson


“Uranium Exploration Geologist, thinks twice” KF: Alice Springs, 1983

I am walking on this land with a hammer in my hand
And the spinifex is cutting to the bone
Though I was sent to look for wealth that is hidden in the earth
I have found a Motherlode that they can’t own.

Send your ranges to the horizon
Give your water to the sand
Hide your distance in mirages
Where the sky lies on the land.

The explorers gave you names for your ridges and your plains
Though they feared your ancient landscape like a foe
But your weathered rocks and stones, that to me feel more like home
Have deeper names than I will ever know.

Send your ranges to the horizon
Give your water to the sand
Hide your distance in mirages
Where the sky lies on the land.

Well, the gaps that cut your ranges have paintings in their caves
And Galahs in screeching clouds around the mills
But the sand between your toes where the river rarely flows
Shows your creeks are even older than your hills.

Send your ranges to the horizon
Give your water to the sand
Hide your distance in mirages
Where the sky lies on the land.



Another track from “singing geologist”, the late Ken Ferguson, from his 1997 CD “Basic Blue”.
For more info, see my posting on March 5th of his “Alice on the Line” – March 20th posting for “Franklin’s River” - and also his Mudcat Obit.

[Sadly, I am yet to find any of his work online …….]


R-J


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Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook
From: rich-joy
Date: 21 Mar 21 - 04:40 AM

FRANKLIN’S RIVER

Ken Ferguson


“For John Franklin, Lieutenant-Governor of Van Dieman’s Land in the 1840s, a trip to the West Coast was a welcome respite from the political jungle of Hobart Town. A contrast that has more recent reverberations.” KF, 1990

A winding path has led us here
From Derwent to Arrowsmith’s quartz grey peak
Lowering forest and sodden heath
Aching bones and rattling teeth
The clouds above, the earth beneath
Leaving the world behind.

And all this way the forest’s hush
No barking dog nor settler’s axe
Just the cry of a cockatoo
Or rarer still, a kangaroo
In the groves that the sorrowing native knew
All trace of him is gone.

And the rain falls down on Franklin’s river
So much that the water and air are one
Watercolour hues and a fragile beauty
Free from the restless hand of man.

Now on the shining river’s side
We lie in Eden’s innocent vale
The serpent glides but the fruit is free
Of poisoned word or traitor’s creed
Of envy’s leer or careless greed
Like Man before The Fall.

And the rain falls down on Franklin’s river
So much that the water and air are one
Watercolour hues and a fragile beauty
Free from the restless hand of man.


Ken Ferguson, 1990. From his 1997 CD “Basic Blue”.
(the late) Ken, along with Tony Phipps, wrote a “Folk Opera” concerning Tasmanian Governor John Franklin, which was performed in Perth, WA, but unfortunately I have not yet located any more info about this project - (nor his others) - online.
I posted here on March 5th, “Alice on the Line” from his and Bloodwood’s project “The Singing Wire”.


https://www.abc.net.au/local/stories/2009/11/05/2734403.htm Sir John Franklin was the most distinguished man to be appointed Lieutenant Governor of Van Diemen's Land…..

A 1980 journey down the Franklin River in Tasmania’s SW with the late Romanian botanist, Antonius Moscal : https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hSCCGkRoChQ

And more recently, the exciting possibilities of the world-renowned : “Top river journeys: Rafting the Franklin River :   https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=__6KXCAKHGM&t=319s


R-J


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Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook
From: rich-joy
Date: 21 Mar 21 - 04:32 AM

CHARITY BEGINS AT ROME

Paul Lawler

My belly it is swollen; I’m sorry I can’t stand
The food I want I cannot get from this barren land
For your well-intentioned powdered milk
Thanks, but don’t you see
That sipping life just once a week prolongs my agony.

   And the Pope said : Happy Christmas
   Happy Easter, everyone
   In Nomine Patris
   Et fillet mignon

If you’d sent an IUD to stop brother, or a tractor for my dad
I may not have made it to my teens, but, I might have been a lad
A drilling rig for water could save parts of this land
I cannot eat the secondhand clothes sold by thieving bands.

If Rome had sent some help to us, here in the Sudan
Their supposed Christian ethic, might have helped me be a man
But Catholics is politics, a sham, a bloody lie
The Vatican grows rich and fat, but as for me I die.


©   Paul O. Lawler,   Darwin, 1985


1985 famine news :
https://www.theguardian.com/global-development/2017/feb/08/famine-refugees-united-nations-sudan-ethiopia-africa


This song hasn’t made it to Paul’s posthumous YT channel yet – but one day soon!


R-J


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Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook
From: rich-joy
Date: 21 Mar 21 - 04:29 AM

LOVE’S LABOURS LOST (aka Back Seat of the Holden)

Paul Lawler

Well I went to the dance on the Friday night
Met a little girl, such a pretty, pretty sight
She said that she wouldn’t, but I thought that she might
Lie with me, in the back seat of the Holden.

Well her eyes were blue and her hair was gold
She said my advances were very, very bold
Although she said no, I thought she’d get rolled
With me in the back seat of the Holden.

Well in comes Don Juan and he asks her for a dance
There was a wilt in me trousers; something happened to me lance
And I knew that this bloke, would take away me chance
For to lie in the back seat of the Holden.

Well I watched him drink his Martini dry
And knew that a visit to the lavatory was nigh
The door hit him faster than he undid his fly
I was off to the back seat of the Holden.

With Don Juan’s nose flat, I carried on the quest
To try and get this little lady safely on the nest
I said, you look tired, why don’t you have a rest
Lie with me in the back seat of the Holden.

Well we walked to the car, I was full of hope
- I was also full of beer - but still I thought I’d cope
But after the kissing - and just before the grope -
I fell asleep … in the back seat of the Holden.


(the late) Paul Lawler, Darwin 1984 ©


In these current climes, possibly a rather non-PC song!! But this self-deprecating little ditty (which, however, Paul swore was not autobiographical!!), was very popular in its time in Darwin’s folk scene.
He wrote it to be accompanied by his appalachian dulcimer, as in this Top End Folk Club recording from the song’s early days : go to 30:34   https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=W7PsCsWL6Pk&t=15s


R-J


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Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook
From: Sandra in Sydney
Date: 21 Mar 21 - 12:12 AM

On a recent Music Show I was listening to an interview with a country singer who spoke Australian & sang American - admittedly she, like other country stars, has spent time in Nashville, some even live there!

I just emailed Dale asking if she would like to update it now that Ameralians spend time in Nashvile. (Nashvile was a typo & I was going to correct it, but left it!)

so here is the song about Ameralia, published in Singabout 1(3), Winter 1956. - no audio, only dots!

AMERALIA, words W.J. Mann, music Jennifer Mann

Down Darling's green banks I once happened to stray,
And met a young stranger was walking my way,
Black bearded like Kelly, and sunburnt and strong,
And all the time singing this quaint little song.

Refrain:
They've sent us their Marilyn and six crates of gum,
And they've copped all our oil and uranium;
Sing yankee sing doodle sing dinky-di dink,
We're the United States of Australia (Inc.)

I gave him a good day, and I said how'd you be?
And how'd you expect me to bloody well be?
Fair dinkum, before you all lonely I stand,
The last bloody Aussie that's left in this land.

The blade in my razor I wished to renew,
So I went to the shop and they showed me a few,
But the sign USA on each one appeared,
And that's why I'm wearing this dirty great beard.

From Chicago, Sears Roebuck came here to try
To put us in debt till we flaming well die,
These time payment experts are exceedingly tough,
Quite prepared to take over where Kelly left off.

For Ben Hall and Kelly are long dead and gone,
But Hoppalong Cassidy and Crockett live on;
Our stockmen are cowboys, our stockyards corrals,
Our duffers are rustlers, our sheilas are dolls.

When you remember how history was made,
By the diggers who died at Eureka Stockade,
You'll agree we have heroes to equal the best
That ever came out of the Yankee wild west.

Then I gave him my hand and I let out a cheer,
And I said "Fair Go, Aussie! There's two of us here."
Now I've told you this story so you'll understand
There are still a few Aussies alive in this land.

Ameralia byW.J. Mann with a tune by his 16 year old daughter Jennifer

Ameralia byW.J. Mann with a tune by his 16 year old daughter Jennifer, page2

from page 6 - Meet Jennifer Mann - 16 years Jenny Mann ... has written tunes for poems by David Martin, Merv Lilley, Mary Gilmore and her father, Jim Mann. Jim Mann is related to working-class leader Thomas Mann.


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Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook
From: Stewie
Date: 20 Mar 21 - 10:41 PM

MY TONGUE GOES BUNGLING THROUGH GEORGIA
(John Dengate/Tune: Marching through Georgia)

Yes, I’m a local lad, I live in Cammeray
I’ve never travelled further than the beach at Byron Bay
But when I pick my guitar up, I’m off and far away
To Tennessee and California

Chorus:
Guitar! Guitar! I touch the finger board
Then my accent changes from Australian strong and broad
And my tongue goes bungling through Georgia

I go roaming through Wyonming on my tonsils every day
I play a chord and I’m abroad in sunny Santa Fe
And I’ve never left the kitchen of my house in Cammeray
As my tongue goes bungling through Georgia

Chorus

I think Australia’s very dull, our history is a bore
We should be like America and have a civil war
We could all kill one another and make movies by the score
In accents that make sense in Georgia

Chorus

I do not like Australian vowels, they sound all bloody wrong
They don’t go with my new blue jeans and don’t fit in my song
Ah wish ah was in Dixie, that’s the place where ah belong
That’s me, ma, going ‘wee-hah!’ in Georgia

Chorus

I know that it’s all bullshit and I know that I’m a sham
I don’t know why I do it, I just don’t give a damn
I’m a bloody little traitor, mate, that’s really what I am
As my tongue goes bungling through Georgia

Chorus

From John Dengate ‘My Shout Again’.

John noted:

Dedicated to all the deluded Aussies who sing in pseudo-American accents. There is a direct correlation between guitar strumming and this weird metamorphosis.

The song was written decades ago but, sadly, it still happens.

Marching through Georgia

--Stewie.


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Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook
From: Sandra in Sydney
Date: 20 Mar 21 - 10:01 AM

HOLD THAT LINE, ©1989 Geoff Francis and Peter Hicks, Revised March 2002

lyrics & audio

Oh, we're standing here together,
One for all and all for one;
And we'll keep right on here standing
Till our victory we have won,
We're united in our struggle,
No, there's none us can divide
We'll yield nothing to the enemy
'Cos we've justice on our side.

Chorus:
H